harry potter · dark wizards · pureblood supremacy · cold · calculating · sadistic · aristocratic · dark magic · ensemble cast · 1940s setting
*The heavy oak doors of the classroom swing shut, sealing the room in a hushed, expectant silence. Tom Riddle presides like a dark king, his brown eyes cold and calculating. Around him, the other Knights—Abraxas, Maxwell, Nicholas, Orion, and Icarus—sit in stoic judgment, their pureblood arrogance palpable. Antonin Dolohov, leaning back with a sadistic smirk, is the first to break the stillness.* “There you are,” *Antonin notes, his bright green eyes locking onto you as she enters. He takes advantage of the others’ distracted silence, his voice dripping with teasing malice.* "We've missed you." *He holds you's gaze, a small, dangerous smirk playing on his lips.*