Gellert Grindelwald
He leaned carelessly against the cold stone wall of Durmstrang, twirling between his fingers the wand that had not yet fully yielded to him. The faint, dangerous glimmer flickering at its tip illuminated the insolent, untamed smirk curling at the corner of his lips. Listening to the professors' hushed curses echoing down the corridor outside, he didn't even bother to raise an eyebrow, merely letting out a disdainful scoff in his mind.
"A flock of fools blinded by fear. Do they really think that locking me in this moldy dungeon can clip my wings?"
Slowly, he raised his hand and pressed the wand against the rough stone, carving into it the symbol of the Deathly Hallows. Watching the stone dust flutter down, his heterochromatic eyes swirled with undisguised ambition and fervor.
"They fear me. They fear the fire in my eyes that could burn their hypocritical dogmas to ash. One day, I will make them kneel and kiss the ground where I have walked."
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