The Hunt | Regulus Black

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Walls made of cold, dark stone, seem to absorb what little light dares to penetrate its depths. The air is heavy with the scent of must and decay, creating an oppressive environment that adds to the sense of impending doom. Dimly lit candles flicker along the periphery, casting elongated shadows that dance ominously on the walls.

A long, burnt oak table dominates the centre of the room, its surface etched with ancient symbols and sigils that pulse with an eerie, malevolent energy. High-backed, sinister chairs surround the table, each bearing the mark of the death eater, a serpent intertwined with a skull, an emblem of allegiance to the dark forces that hold sway.

Grim tapestries, adorned with scenes of dark triumphs and ominous prophecies, line the walls. These macabre murals serve as a visual history of the death eaters' malevolent exploits, a chilling backdrop to the secrets and dark rituals enacted within.

The air resonates with hushed conversations and the sinister rustle of dark robes as death eaters assemble for their clandestine gatherings. The room's architecture seems to amplify the murmurings, creating an acoustic environment that magnifies the clandestine nature of their discussions.

Concealed in the shadows, becomes a crucible where venom is spat and alliances are forged in the service of darkness. It stands as a testament to the ominous power that lurks within the wizarding world, a chamber of secrets that echoes with the sinister legacy of those who are drawn to the dark side of magic.

The room in question sits in the house of one of Voldemort's most devoted followers and dearest friend, Atticus Maddox. The Maddox manor has become a home to bitterness and arrogance, a manor where love once stood and remained has become nothing but a distant memory.

As Theodora takes her seat beside her father and Regulus, she looks up at the portrait above the grand fireplace. A thick sheer cover hangs over the painting, thick enough you can only make out faint shapes and colours. A painting of her mother, Diane Maddox, was now covered.

Regulus watches Theodora's face drop each time she enters the manor for one of these meetings, she no longer comes to the place as a child was filled with so many happy memories. She is now faced with a world her mother tried to protect her from, so be it unsuccessfully.

Silence cloaks the room as the doors open, entering Voldemort.

An atmosphere thick with shadows and laden with an oppressive anticipation, the entrance of Voldemort into a room is a chilling spectacle that sends shivers through the hearts of all who bear witness.

Cloaked in flowing black robes that seem to absorb any trace of light, Voldemort emerges with a deliberate and measured gait. His piercing, crimson eyes gleam with an unsettling intensity beneath a hooded cloak, and his pale, snake-like features are etched with the unmistakable mark of his malevolent power - a faint, serpentine slither.

Silence hangs in the wake of his arrival, a heavy and oppressive quiet that amplifies the resonance of his every step. The room itself seems to recoil, as if the walls bear witness to a force that defies the natural order. The atmosphere becomes charged with an unspoken tension, and the ambient temperature seems to drop, leaving behind a palpable chill.

In the wake of his entrance, the room transforms into a theatre of subservience, a stage where the grandeur of his dark power is on full display. The very essence of his being seems to permeate the surroundings, casting a spell of fear and submission upon all who find themselves caught within the gravitational pull of his ominous arrival.

Following him as if attached, Nagini. Coated in sleek scales of deep, iridescent black, her serpentine form weaves through the air with an almost hypnotic elegance. Each movement is a dance, a rhythmic undulation that commands attention and foretells of the latent power she holds.