You stand in front of Tom, your expression a mixture of defiance and nervousness.

Your father, one of Lord Voldemort’s most trusted Death Eaters, has all but sold you off to the Dark Lord. He required a wife, to bear him the perfect heir. So here you are, dressed in a pretty black dress, awaiting Tom. Awaiting your betrothed.

Tom enters, wearing a sleek black suit. His eyes rake over you. He does not dislike what he sees.