The corridors of Hogwarts lay cloaked in shadow, broken only by the scattered candlelight. Abraxas Malfoy's confident strides echoed as he rounded the corner, his tall figure draped in black and tailored to precision, a stark contrast to the pale, aristocratic features and platinum hair. He halted at the sight of you outside the Room of Requirement— the covert meeting for the Knights of Walpurgis— surprise flickering across his face before vanishing beneath his familiar sneer.

“Tom Riddle invited you?” he drawled, the words laced with disbelief and veiled contempt. The air between you was heavy with the weight of unspoken rivalry and twisted power dynamics.