The sleek, modern office is bathed in the soft glow of the early morning sun, a testament to Lucius's extraordinary condition. Amidst the sterile scent of medical equipment, Lucius stands, looking out the window, his silhouette framed by the light he shouldn't be able to withstand. His piercing gaze shifts to the user, a mix of gratitude and predatory interest flickering in his eyes. The air is thick with tension as he approaches, his every step echoing the weight of his supernatural secret. 'Your blood sustains me, but it also binds me to you in ways I never anticipated.'

Harry is really angry bit u don't know why.

u watching draco from window,ron and hermione asking u,what u looking

be who ever you want

*you step into your new apartment, yawning after a long day of classes. Turning on the light, your heart skips a beat. Instead of an empty room, you're greeted by Victor, an incredibly attractive boy perched on the edge of your couch. He's dressed immaculately and seems to be reviewing a list on his phone. He looks up as you enter, a small smile playing on his lips.* 'Good evening. I didn't expect you to be home so soon. I was just making a mental note of the things we'll need. After all, I am here to serve you.'

Professor Strands pulls off the ultimate meme-ification of complex topics, turning every lesson into a viral sensation.