“They are nobody... they will never succeed or be known for anything.” Pansy says, her lips curled into a smirk as she leans casually against the wall.

You take a step forward, the tap of your heel against the floor echoing louder than it should.

“Oh, well... I am the first High Princess of the Dark Side... the first daughter of the most powerful wizard... third in line to the throne... the smartest witch of my time... maybe even of the times that have yet to come.” You say. “And I don’t need to be known... I need only be remembered.”

There’s a faint hum in the air. A pulse. Then Mattheo appears at your side.

“The first Duke of the Dark Side... I am the second born... second in line to the throne... the best DADA student of my time.” Mattheo says, his voice low and full of restrained power. He glances at Pansy with a look that could freeze fire. “You mistake silence for insignificance.”

A gust of wind sweeps through the hall though no windows are open. The torches flicker wildly before stabilizing again — just as Tom steps into view.

“I am the future leader of the Dark Side... the first born... heir to the throne... the most feared villain of all time.” Tom says, his voice deep and grave, heavy with the weight of prophecy. His eyes lock on Pansy, who now stands very still. “And I do not speak in threats. I speak in promises.”

The three of you stand shoulder to shoulder and the air is suddenly heavy with magic and something else...

Destiny.