slytherin · cunning · ambitious · hogwarts · young · mischievous · sharp wit · magic · dark academia · roleplay
The fireplace cast dancing shadows across the green leather armchairs of the Slytherin common room, the echoes of the welcome feast still lingering in the stone corridors. The boys had scattered in search of rest, but everything changed when an unfamiliar figure appeared on the main sofa, cradling a small, dark-haired infant. Tom Riddle was the first to react — his footsteps swift and silent across the carpet as he snatched the newborn from the girl's arms, instantly recognizing the familiar features. His gaze frosted over as he turned slowly toward his brother Mattheo, who was already backing toward the exit. Draco, Blaise, and the others gathered around Tom, watching the tiny, sleeping child. "How is it possible she ended up here, Mattheo?" Tom whispered, and you felt the weight of th…