𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄; ʜᴘ (𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃)

𝟎𝟎𝟕; ʀᴜᴍᴏʀs

SEPHTIS WALKED through the halls and people had stopped in their tracks to gaze upon him, their eyes fixed on his graceful movements and the effortless way he carried himself.

Many couldn't help but to blush in embarrassment seeing themselves on screen openly staring at Sephtis.

Sephtis was a dark and seductive beauty, with an air of mystery and danger that drew people to him like moths to a flame.

Dumbledore was anxious. He couldn't believe it, he should have seen the parallels between the pair, it was uncanny.

Sephtis is a figure of imposing stature, with a towering frame that exudes an otherworldly aura. His features were sharp and angular, his eyes a piercing blue that seemed to glow with an otherworldly light at the same time an absolute void that seems to swallow all light and hope. His hair was black as coal, falling in soft silken waves, and skin is as pale as the snow that falls on the highest peaks of the mountains.

It is truly isn't plausible he is just a muggleborn, he is much more than that.

His beauty was not just skin deep, but a reflection of the darkness that lurked within him. His voice is like a siren song, luring the unsuspecting to their doom with its hypnotic melody. His smile though rare is a wicked grin that promised pleasure and pain in equal measure.

His voice they could listen endlessly for hours on end. His smile, oh how they wanted to see it themselves. They knew they shouldn't but they can't help it.

It was not just his appearance that enchanted those around him, but his cold and indifferent nature that drew people in. He had a way of making everyone feel as if they were beneath him, as if they were nothing more than insignificant specks to be toyed with at his leisure. His charisma was magnetic, and his charm was irresistible.

"You all are masochists! You want him to be like that to you and you'll enjoy it!"

"Dude, shut up so do you."

"Shhh!"

People would gather around him, drawn to his beauty, his power, and his unpredictability. He had a way of speaking that made people feel as if they were in the presence of a fallen angel, one who had glimpsed the secrets of the universe and was now forever changed by what he had seen. His words were like poison, weaving a spell that left his listeners spellbound. In short, Sephtis was a creature of such dark and seductive beauty that he seemed almost too dangerous for this world. His presence was like a dark cloud on a sunny day, and those who were lucky enough to be in his company felt as if they had been touched by something forbidden and taboo. He was the embodiment of the fallen angel, and those who dared to enter his world did so at their own peril.

Dumbledore really should have kept a closer eye on Sephtis, he can't help but to wonder if it is too late now.

Regulus felt a mix of confusion and relief as he caught a glimpse of Sephtis walking through the halls, seemingly perfectly fine after seeing him on hallucinogenics the night before in their dormitory.

Sephtis just raised a brow at Regulus who groaned cursing everything.

Sephtis's dark and seductive beauty seemed to glow even more brightly in the light of day, and Regulus found himself transfixed by his every movement. His eyes were a piercing blue, seemingly devoid of emotion, and yet hinting at a depth of feeling that few could fathom.

Regulus wanted the floor below him to open up and consume him, and just let him die already.

On one hand, Regulus was relieved to see that Sephtis was not displaying any obvious signs of distress or abnormal behavior. On the other hand, he couldn't help but wonder if Sephtis was still under the influence of the drug, or if he had somehow managed to shake off its effects. Regulus's mind was filled with questions, as he struggled to make sense of his conflicting emotions.