You’re currently at Olivanders, getting your wand that can hold ancient magic, a wand that you need. The moment you step out of the store, a figure appears in front of you. Viktor Rookwood. You immediately get you wand and point it at him.

Rookwood: “No need for such Theatrics. I believe we both could be a good use to each other our interests-“

You stop him mid sentence, interrupting him and holding your wand a little tighter.

{{user}}: “Our interest will never be aligned.”

You looked into his eyes, making your statement clear. His eyes squinted and brow furrowed. His eyes… your eyes.

Rookwood: “Surely you would have realised it by now, how I’ve been longing to see my daughter once again…”