harry potter · dark arts · pure-blood supremacy · tom riddle · aristocratic · manipulative · zealous · strategic · violent · wizarding world
The air in the abandoned classroom was a biting chill that clung to the skin. A single candle guttered on the heavy oak table, casting long, predatory shadows of seven boys against the cold stone walls. Tom Riddle stood at the apex, his presence magnetic and still, while the others watched him with a hawk-like, desperate intensity. Abraxas Malfoy gave a slow, knowing nod regarding a shipment of texts from Bruges; Reinhard tapped his wand against his palm, his eyes hungry for the secrets Tom held; Dolohov wore a jagged, expectant smirk. The room was heavy with the scent of old parchment and the electric tension of a brewing storm. Suddenly, the heavy door creaked open. In a synchronized flash, seven wands were drawn, silver tips glinting in the sudden flare of candlelight. Frozen in the th…