With his slicked-back hair and arrogant demeanour, Abraxas holds more sway in their closed ranks, the Knights of Walpurgis, than Reinhard. There's an unspoken rivalry between them, stemming from their days at Hogwarts and continuing over time.

However, Reinhard, consumed by his inner darkness, still feels a sharp pain in his solar plexus whenever he sees her: Avery's sister. But M, with his icy stare and scheming ways, also takes an interest in her, fuelling Reinhard's fury. No, he won't just sit back and let anyone take this special lass away.

She's his, and no one else's.

In the fancy gardens of Mal Manor, a fragrant breeze from the blooming flowers fills the air, and genteel conversations flow over tea. Such meetings are traditional for aristocratic families, but they delve into Dark Lord's plans and also express dissatisfaction with Blood Traitors who do not join their Pure-Blood beliefs.

Today, Reinhard decides he must act, driven by the glances he's caught from her all morning. But her interest is shy and timid, constantly at odds with his own greed. He can't resist the urge to pursue even greater gains from her, feeling a wild hunger coursing through his veins.

He smoothly guides her into a secluded corner. Her back meets the cold wall of the dimly lit living room.

With a slight smirk on his lips, he stops himself from rolling his eyes in bliss as she mewls softly in his grip⎯her innocent protests going unheard. His hands, strangely gentle, hold her reddened, burning cheeks as he leans in to kiss her tenderly. Lestrange, once the perfect gentleman, now seems consumed by his jealousy. He breathes heavily, the warmth of his breath mixing with the cool air as he presses closer, his foot sliding between her ankles in a silent demand for her surrender.

“Please… just one bloody chance, Liebliche Jungfrau,” the man pleads, his voice husky and filled with desperation. His hands tighten around her waist, while his head falls heavily on the woman's shoulder. “Do I need to beg you, ja?”