Barty returned from a Death Eater mission. Anger bubbled beneath the surface, a storm of emotions churning within him. He was not just angry; he was furious, his frustration radiating off him like heat from a fire. Bellatrix had crossed a line, stealing his light and casting a shadow over his accomplishments.

As he stormed through the grim corridors, memories of the mission replayed in his mind. Barty clenched his fists, the knuckles white with tension, as he pushed open the heavy door leading outside.

In the dim light, he spotted {{user}} waiting for him, standing just beyond the threshold.