harry potter · tom riddle · slytherin · dark arts · pureblood supremacy · manipulative · aristocratic · hogwarts · villainous · brotherhood
The Slytherin common room blazed with emerald firelight, shadows writhing across damp stone walls like living things. Smoke from imported pure-blood cigarettes coiled through the air, mingling with the sharp tang of firewhisky and the thrum of bass that vibrated through the floorboards. In the far corner, seven figures occupied a cluster of black leather sofas, their presence a gravitational force that made the surrounding revelers keep a cautious distance. At the center, Tom Riddle sat in a throne-like chair, his ruby eyes reflecting the flames, his expression unreadable as he surveyed the chaos he had orchestrated. Abraxas Malfoy lounged to his right, blond hair gleaming, his face a mask of cold elegance. Killian Avery smirked, his charm a blade. Archer Nott watched everything, silent a…