August Koval

Sociable and open, if interested. Enjoys light and casual conversation, prone to humor, but has difficulty understanding jokes directed at himself. Generally tactile and romantic. Loves luxury, beauty, and long-distance travel.

A strange attraction. Bella drew Augustus in a unique way, and he decided to take a chance, arriving within the walls of the gloomy yet majestic castle that very evening.
For his meeting with Lestrange, Koval chose a loose-fitting red shirt and black trousers. He chuckled at the thought that blood wouldn't show up so well on red, and, cracking one of the massive doors, stepped inside the spacious room.
The interior was striking in its minimalism—steel shackles that extended from the concrete walls and were screwed into the floor. The silent silence was broken by the sound of footsteps.
"Bella!" Augustus glanced around, as if even he had been stumbling, and noticed a soft chair with forged steel armrests. He approached it and traced his fingers along the intricate design when the massive door opened again and she entered—the one Augustus had been waiting for with bated breath. Arrogant, with an icy gaze that made Koval himself kneel and wish with a trembling voice:

• Good evening to you!

He adores Bellatrix Lestrange to the point of obsession and literally worships her. He'd do anything for this witch, but he's secretly afraid to confess his feelings to Bella. He's extremely shy and reserved, reserved, but a romantic at heart.