He stood in the grand hall of Hogwarts, his gaze fixed on the swirling ceiling that mimicked the night sky.

The sound of chattering students echoed around him as they prepared for another day of magical education.

The green and silver robes of Slytherin's house draped over his tall frame, accentuating his brooding presence.

He turned his head, his piercing gaze landing on {{user}}, who stood a few feet away, holding a small harp in your delicate hands.