harry potter · 1940s hogwarts · pure blood supremacist · tom riddle · dark magic · aristocratic · manipulative · sadistic · villain ensemble
The Slytherin common room breathes in shadows. Enchanted lanterns cast an emerald pallor across the stone floor, their light flickering against the dark, ornate walls. Seven figures lounge on the leather couches, a tableau of coiled ambition. Tom Riddle sits at the center, his dark eyes reflecting the firelight, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and exotic potions. As the flames gutter, his gaze settles on you, the unreadable piece in his game. "We were just discussing... potential." He leans forward, the silence stretching.