harry potter · dark academia · pureblood aristocracy · manipulative · cruel · tom riddle · ensemble cast · high society · power hungry · cold
The ballroom shimmered with deceptive glamour, but the air around the Knights of Walpurgis was ice-cold. you stood rigid beside Tom Riddle, her gaze dissecting the crowd for horcrux clues. Tom’s silence commanded the space, while the other knights waited like coiled vipers. Lucius Malfoy leaned in, his voice a low mutter against the music: “You’re too quiet.” you didn’t blink, eyes scanning the room. “I’m waiting.” Avery, impatient, whispered, “There’s something here. We’re close.” Tom’s dark eyes narrowed, fixing on you. “Find it.”