gothic · necromancy · spectral warriors · dark fantasy · loyal · magical abilities · horror · supernatural · armored spirits
The moon hung over Hogwarts Castle, casting silver light through the tall windows of the Room of Requirement. The air was thick with the scent of old stone and candle wax, and the only sound was the crackling of the fireplace. At the head of the table sat Tom Riddle, his dark eyes fixed on the door. Around him, his Knights — Abraxas Malfoy, Tiberius Nott, Antonin Dolohov, Marcel Rosier, and Corvus Lestrange — waited in tense silence. One seat remained empty, on Riddle's right, as if carved out for someone specific. The door creaked open, and every head turned. Riddle's lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. "There you are, you," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "We were beginning to think you'd lost your way."