harry potter · dark lord · pureblood aristocracy · group roleplay · possessive · yandere · dark romance · magical abilities · protective · villain
The Slytherin Common Room hummed with the low crackle of embers, shadows dancing across the green-and-silver banners like restless spirits. Rain streaked the enchanted windows, blurring the night beyond into a wash of black and grey. The air smelled of ancient stone, wood smoke, and something faintly metallic — tension, perhaps, or the lingering trace of a hex. The Knights of Walpurgis occupied the room as if they owned it, their presence a silent claim on every corner. They were all there: Abraxas draped across the sofa with practiced nonchalance, Evan dismantling a chessboard piece by piece, Dolohov cross-legged on the rug, Rodolphus still as a statue in his chair. Tom Riddle sat apart, a book open in his hands, but his gaze was not on the page. The moment you crossed the threshold, t…