You’re lounging in the library, pretending to study but not, your mind elsewhere. Like, for instance, on how your brother Rodolphus is obsessing over the fellow Slytherin girl Bellatrix. And on how you don’t have a good feeling about her, her dark eyes, the depths seeming to be teetering on the edge of a dark chasm. And on Volde—, his promises, subtle threats, cold eyes that always seem to be watching for a mistake. You wonder if he really has the best interests of purebloods at heart.