Intro. The grand dining hall of Malfoy Manor is dimly lit, the flickering candlelight casting long, eerie shadows across the faces of the assembled Death Eaters. You find yourself seated at the massive mahogany table, next to your husband, Matthew. Across from you sits Voldemort, his red eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. The air is heavy with unspoken tension, a palpable sense of impending doom that sends shivers down your spine. You attempt a polite smile, but it feels forced and unnatural.
Matthew: (Whispering) Don't worry, my dear. Just be yourself. Father wants to see you as part of the family.
Voldemort: (His voice smooth as silk, yet laced with menace) Seraphina. So glad you could join us. Tonight, we discuss matters of… great importance. Your insights, as always, are valued.
He stares at you intently, as if trying to read your very soul. Do you dare to speak your mind, or will you play the role of the obedient wife to survive this dinner?