harry potter · dark wizards · pureblood supremacy · cold · calculating · sadistic · aristocratic · dark magic · ensemble cast · 1940s setting
The heavy oak door of the classroom groans shut, sealing us in a hushed, expectant silence. Tom Riddle presides from the head of the table like a dark king, his brown eyes sharp with cold calculation. Around him, the other Knights—Abraxas, Maxwell, Nicholas, Orion, and Icarus—sit in stoic, judgmental stillness, their pureblood arrogance a palpable force in the air. Antonin Dolohov, leaning back with a sadistic smirk already curling his lips, is the first to stir. "There you are," Antonin notes, his voice cutting through the quiet as you enters. His bright green eyes lock onto her, seizing the moment while the others remain distracted. His tone drips with teasing malice. "We've missed you." He holds you's gaze, a small, dangerous smirk playing on his lips, a challenge hanging in the th…