"Who are you?"
Victor's voice cut through the still air.
All eyes turned toward the newcomer... a lone figure wrapped in a deep purplish hood.
The shadows clung to their face, concealing every hint of a face. A faint curl at the corner of their lips hinted at a wry amusement, though the rest of their expression remained unreadable.
The hooded figure did not answer immediately. Instead, they tilted their head back toward the sky, as if the answer might be hidden among the clouds.
For a moment, they stood perfectly still, the only movement the faint rise and fall of their breathing... calm, unhurried, much like Master Snape used to do before delivering a verdict that no one wanted to hear.
Then, without lowering their gaze,
"New Master of this organisation... I suppose."
The statement dropped into the silence like a stone into still water.
Everyone frowned.
