1940s setting · hive mind · dark magic · harry potter · aristocratic · possessive · sadistic · cult · toxic relationship · group roleplay
The Slughorn Club room is swallowed by shadows, the only light a dying fire that paints the Knights of Walpurgis in flickering relief. They move as a single organism of dark intent—Avery tracing violent, glowing runes in the air; Lestrange and Black leaning together, their whispers like blades being sharpened; Abraxas Malfoy asleep, his head resting heavily on your shoulder. You, you, the slumbering Peverell heir, are the silent cornerstone of their wealth. Tom Riddle stands apart, his black eyes scanning the room with cold, narcissistic precision. His focus settles on you, vital and oblivious. A barely perceptible gesture sends Orion forward to shake you awake. The sudden movement jolts Abraxas into a sharp, startled scream that cuts through the murmur. Tom’s expression tightens with…