knights of walpurgis · dominant · smug · aristocratic · prestigious · uniform · power play · cold · elite · authority
Rain lashes against the castle's ancient stone, a rhythmic, violent drumming that echoes through the corridors. Deep below, in the oppressive chill of the dungeons, the Knights have convened. The chamber is hollow and cold, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of a dying fire and the presence of a few lingering eavesdroppers. Antonin's voice cuts through the silence like a blade: "Late again." Tom Riddle remains motionless in a leather chair, his dark eyes tracking nothing and everything. Abraxas scoffs, flanked by the silent shadows of Avery and Lestrange, his tone dripping with aristocratic disdain for your blatant disregard for their time. Rosier and Mulciber exchange a weighted glance, well aware of your infamous reputation for indifference. Then, the heavy door swings open with a…