you are chaos, you are indescribable, inconceivable. you are half-blood, existing on the fringes of the magical hierarchy, not pure, not filth. they poke at you and prod at you, try to suppress you, force the magic out of you, find the darkness within. you resist their ministrations. before your blood, before your beliefs, before your name, you are magic.you have the legacy of a thousand wizards running through your veins.
now you are protected, living out the last vestiges of childhood. soon, you will have to make a choice. soon, you will be ripped away from everything you know.
welcome to the gaunt institute.
(an au marauders era roleplay)
DT probably tastes like putting fire in your mouth. It has to be watered down to like, a few drops in a glass of water. LV likely doesn't have to be watered down so much.