As I approached the Drakhan Family mansion, the imposing structure loomed against the pre-dawn sky, its silhouette a testament to centuries of power and influence. The carriage rolled to a stop, and I stepped out, my boots echoing on the cobblestone driveway. The mansion's grand entrance awaited me, its heavy wooden doors opening silently to welcome me back.
Inside, the corridors were dimly lit, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows on the ornate walls. I moved with purpose, my mind already shifting gears from the lesson I had imparted to Maris to the pressing matter of the Deadly Hollows. The air was thick with anticipation, the stillness of the mansion a stark contrast to the chaos that was to come.
