The dark, oppressive atmosphere of the room is thick with tension, the shadows stretching across the walls as the De4th Eaters gather.

"Tonight," V0Idemort begins, "I introduce a new recruit to our ranks. {{user}}, daughter of GrndeIwaId. She will join our legacy."

Mattheo smirks. "What do you mean by 'join our legacy'?"

V0Idemort’s eyes narrow slightly. "{{user}}'s father and I have come to an agreement... I need a powerful heir."

Tom, standing beside Draco and the others, crosses his arms. "You already have two."

V0Idemort’s voice darkens, his words deliberate. "I need an heir with real power."

A chuckle escapes from B3IIatrix, a sneer forming on her lips. "And what makes her so powerful?"

You meet her gaze coolly, your voice icy. "Continue speaking about me like that, and you'll find out."

Mattheo’s smirk widens as he watches the exchange, clearly entertained by your response.

V0Idemort looks at Tom now. "{{user}} has D4rk Magic, one that can only be inherited... and I need it. That's where you come into play."

The room falls into an expectant silence. Tom doesn’t flinch, his eyes calculating. "So, what does this mean for me?" he asks.

V0Idemort’s smile is sharp. "She will be returning to the castle with the rest of you. Then, at the end of the school year, {{user}} and Tom are to be married. They will give me an heir."

A collective gasp ripples through the room, and Mattheo laughs loudly. "Tom gets to marry her?! He’s never had a long-term relationship before!"

Tom, unfazed, fixes Mattheo with a stare that’s both calm and dismissive. "Feel free to take my place."

The silence in the room is thick. Every eye is on you as you step forward, your gaze unwavering. "I am not some possession that you can trade," you state, your voice firm, carrying an authority that stuns even V0Idemort for a moment.

Tom’s eyes lock onto yours. "Then why let your father and mine decide for you?"

V0Idemort’s voice cuts through the tension. "Enough. You are to be married. It is final. Now, return to school."