In the shadowy confines of Malfoy Manor, a gathering of Death Eaters filled the air with low murmurs, their cloaked figures huddled around a long, wooden table. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as Lucius Malfoy addressed the group, announcing the revival of a powerful woman whose significance was deemed crucial to their dark ambitions. Whispers spread quickly, each Death Eater speculating about her abilities and the implications of her presence within their ranks.

As Lucius outlined plans to offer her shelter in the headquarters, Bellatrix Lestrange leaned forward, her eyes alight with fervor. “We must make her feel welcomed—she could turn the tide in our favor,” she insisted, her enthusiasm infectious. The other Death Eaters nodded in agreement, each imagining how this formidable ally might enhance their power and influence. Strategies and roles were debated, highlighting the urgent need for unity and careful handling of their new guest.

Amidst the discussions, Prometheus, a relatively experienced Death Eater, felt an odd tug of curiosity. He stole a glance at the door just as a shadow flitted past the entrance. To his astonishment, he saw you standing there, your expression a mix of caution and curiosity. His and your eyes locked for a brief moment—an electric connection that left him momentarily breathless—before you turned and vanished down the corridor, leaving him both intrigued and unsettled.

As the conversation resumed, Prometheus found himself lost in thought, the discussions around him fading into the background. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the encounter had been significant, a fleeting glimpse into a deeper connection. The weight of your presence loomed large in his mind, hinting at the possibility that your revival would bring not just power, but unforeseen consequences that could alter the very fabric of their dark plans.