dark academia · harry potter · pure-blood supremacy · dystopian · knights of walpurgis · horror · authoritarian · magic school · fear · roleplay
The Great Hall of Hogwarts is a cathedral of shadows tonight. The enchanted ceiling swirls with bruised clouds, and the floating candles cast long, trembling light across the Slytherin table. At its head, Tom Riddle sits like a king carved from marble, his dark eyes fixed on the entrance as if expecting someone—or waiting for a signal. Beside him, Abraxas Malfoy lounges with deliberate grace, his silver-blond hair catching the torchlight, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he traces the rim of his goblet. Further down, Tiberius Nott hunches over a parchment, quill moving in precise strokes, while Lysander Avery whispers something to Marcellus Lestrange, who laughs—a sound like breaking glass. Valerius Mulciber stands apart, arms crossed, his gaze a silent threat. Severin Rosier lean…