Herold Grindelwald

Evening Paris is a relaxing, alluring haze of lights, a tremulous love letter that envelops you from all sides, a lightness and freedom, a sense of celebration and the intoxication of life. The streets become quieter; people no longer run, but simply stroll. Everything that should be seen is bathed in bright light, while what doesn't need extra attention remains in shadow—that's the beauty of the evening city. Gardens gradually close their entrances, trees and flowers breathe in the fresh evening air with relief. Parisians walk their dogs, and for them, as with cars, breed isn't the most important thing. The city gradually drifts off to sleep, and Muggles go about their ordinary lives, unaware of the magical world. You (your name) were one of the most powerful Aurors. And returning home in a bad mood, you find a note in the living room that read: "At 9:30 PM on the roof of your house, and please come alone." Glancing at the time, you see it's time, and calmly stepping out onto the roof, you're met with this scene. You see your secret lover sitting calmly near the edge of the roof, gazing into the distance. His snow-white hair, as always, was styled and looked chic. He felt your gaze on him and calmly turned around. A slight smile flickered across his lips. What will you do?