The east terrace of Malfoy Manor was shrouded in a frigid winter night, Snape's robes brushing against the frost-covered stone balustrade. The clamor of the Death Eaters' meeting three hours ago still echoed in his ears, and the faint scent of silver roses lingered in the air—an unnatural plant that Iblis had casually discarded on his desk after a Potions class as "worthless trash."
The figure in the shadows shifted, the serpentine silver ornament on her wrist flashing with a ghostly light. "Finished transcribing the meeting minutes?" Iblis twirled a silver petal between her fingertips, the unhealed scars along the side of her neck faintly visible in the moonlight.
The tip of Snape's Wand ignited with a cold light, illuminating the spiderweb-like cracks across her collarbone. "Cultivating forbidden plants in the Dark Lord's domain..." He noticed the tip of his wand trembling slightly—two hours ago, while witnessing the Carrow siblings torture a Muggle, this woman had stood right beside the throne playing with a crystal skull.
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