Karkaroff massaged the sleep from his face and thanked Merlin it was Saturday; there was no way he could have forced himself to rise early enough to teach class. Antonin's visit had lasted much longer than anticipated; the news he'd brought had kept Karkaroff riveted until well past three in the morning.
Antonin couldn't say everything, obviously, but the low whispers tantalized Karkaroff even now. Something big was happening in the West. People were uniting, organizing, taking real action against the social forces destroying the pureblood community's authority.
"Come join us, Igor," Antonin had urged. "He has promised such power..."