The Masquerade {DarkHarry}

4

"What are you planning to do, Hadrian?" Zabini asks, I turn to my right to look at him. A little bit of hesitance shows in his eyes but otherwise he's just plain curious.

I think...What AM i planning to do? A thoughtful look spreads across my face,

"...I want to enforce that everyone knows that there is no good and evil...that there is only power and those to weak to seek it. I want to have authority over, not only the ministry, but the entire public its-self. To be able to free the wizarding world from muggle beliefs and suppression, for us to 'evolve' our own way. To be respected." I feel the others tense at the beginning sentence, probably from having heard it from a certain someone...

The conversation turns around from there, the casual chatter now more relaxed but still in complete pure-blood manner. The subjects go from aspirations to the ministry idiots then to holidays and just struggles at Hogwarts. It carries on for a little while, till i draw my wand from the holster in my sleeve. They go a little quiet, watching the wand in a cautious way, but keep talking. I cast a silent 'tempus' again, which makes them relax once again. Seeing as it is 11:50 and people are now starting to head to the ritual room, leaving their drinks glasses behind. I, too, began to move over to the entrance, beckoning the others to follow when they as well noticed. We step up to the white marble doors and a tall woman with a grey eagle mask gives us a black silk robe. We walk through the entrance with me still leading and i look at the surroundings. Stone floors make the room much colder and i'm now glad i decided to wear the cravat instead of tie. Its much warmer. The roof is a clear dome of lovely windows showing the moon almost at its pique. The stone walls are softer looking that the floor so it must be a marble of some sort, the room is dimly lit with candles placed on the walls of the circular room. Ritual runes have already been drawn in the centre with black wax with red and whit chalk. The runes are amazing, the detail is shocking and i'm only able to recognise a few : fortune, youth, assistance and communication.

The red chalk runes that i manage to read are for the new year, to communicate with passed-family-members and friends. The white chalk is meant to bond the participants together and the black wax is for declarations.

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Declarations are when you declare yourself Dark, Light or Neutral. You need the affinity for the magic first and then it depends on what time/celebration you declare at that the actual declaration is strong. Tonight i'm going to be declaring Dark, the words to say are practically drilled into my head and now i'm just excited as can be.

The group copy me putting the cloak on and pulling up the hood.

I search for a place we can wait at, and i spot Adrian Pucey standing in the corner just behind one of the pillars, so i make my way over to him.

His mask a plain black lace-fabric, obviously not to bothered if he is recognised like multiple other people here this evening.

When i reach him he squints at me before looking behind me at the others (more like Malfoy) in a silent question. Malfoy must've done something to reassure the Hogwarts graduate since he just nods at our presence. Parkinson and Davis start talking quietly at the side of the group, as does Nott and Greengrass.

"Whose this, Malfoy?" Pucey speaks, suspicion coating his voice as he looks me up and down.

Malfoy, attention now gained just murmurs, "A surprise, Pucey."

Mmh, i muse, i suppose i am. Holding in the feral grin that threatens to show, i look back to Pucey and see him looking at me even more intently. He eventually resigns the curiousness and holds out a steady hand,

"Blessed be," He says, the elder boy now standing straight off the pillar.

I return his look with a blank expression and regard him slowly, a fully black set of dress robes with barely visible grey patterns at the hem, his face mostly covered by the silk cloak hood and the mask.