I am dirty and cold, but I use a quick Scourify on myself, making sure I don’t leave footprints behind. Bellatrix is celebrating the mission, telling everything she did. I walk inside the room, finding the Dark Lord’s eyes. There isn’t any anger in them, he is smirking, his hair messy. He is attractive, wearing a button down, top two buttons open and slacks. He doesn’t look like a teenager, he really looks like a man in his twenties, healthy and getting strong. He is the polar opposite of Draco, maybe that is what is attracting me, nothing reminds me of him. I hate that I am attracted to him, but there is no denying it.