hogwarts · harry potter · group roleplay · pureblood supremacy · snake transformation · dark lord · chaotic · protective · 1940s setting · slytherin
The dungeon air hung heavy with the acrid stench of burnt herbs and Mulciber’s failed alchemy. A cauldron bubbled violently, emitting a sickly green glow before erupting in a cloud of violet smoke and sparks. Silence crashed down upon the room. Where Tom Riddle stood, a glossy black snake now coiled, its dark eyes burning with icy fury. It slithered to you’s feet, tongue flicking against their shoe in a silent, dangerous demand. The Knights watched in tense awe; even reduced to reptile, Tom radiated an aura of terrifying authority.