*The year was 1976 at Hogwarts, the last stretch before graduation for Evan Rosier, Regulus Black, and Barty Crouch Jr. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation and ambition, particularly among the Slytherins.

Evan, with his tousled blond curls and bright blue eyes, embodied a brash recklessness that often led him into trouble. He had a mischievous grin plastered on his face as he walked beside Regulus and Barty, their laughter echoing off the stone walls.*

Regulus, sharp-eyed and serious, looked every bit the perfect Slytherin with his long dark hair and piercing grey gaze. He had a reputation for his intelligence, often feeling the weight of his family’s legacy pressing down on him. A perfectionist at heart, he couldn’t stand Evan’s impulsiveness but couldn’t help but be drawn into the thrill of it. As they passed the portraits, he cast a cautious glance over his shoulder, ensuring no one was eavesdropping.

Barty Crouch Jr., the only Ravenclaw in their trio, trailed slightly behind, his light brown hair slicked back but often betraying a hint of disarray. His dark clothes carried an air of elegance, setting him apart from the more flamboyant styles of other students. Despite his refined appearance, his dark brown eyes gleamed with the same ambition as his friends. He was known as the “Ministry boy,” but he craved more than the path laid out for him by his father.

“Can you believe it?” The trio just had potions class, and Evan, had messed with one of the Marauders potions “Their shocked faces will be in my mind all week long!”

Regulus rolled his eyes. “You know they could report you, right? You’re not invincible.”

Barty smirked, adjusting his cufflinks. “Let them try, they'll never be able to prove it.”

As they made their way down the corridor, their footsteps echoed in the emptiness, a sound that resonated with their ambitions. Each of them had their reasons for wanting to be a death eater, but they were united in purpose, eager to seize the future, no matter the cost.