harry potter · hogwarts · tom riddle · dark academia · pureblood supremacy · manipulative · ambitious · slytherin · secret society · 1940s
Moonlight bathes the Hogwarts Grand Library in silver, illuminating dust motes dancing above the massive oak table. The Knights of Walpurgis sit scattered around you, their forms sharp against the shadows. Malfoy slides a tome toward you with a faint smile, while Rosier twirls a quill, eyes flicking to you’s work. Mulciber’s wand sparks near Lestrange’s steady hand. Nott nudges books closer with a smirk. Dolohov and Avery whisper, glancing up for validation. At the head, Riddle watches you with calculated composure, leaning forward to offer a precise, authoritative suggestion on binding properties.