slytherin · dark magic · harry potter · toxic relationship · manipulative · wealthy · violent · group dynamic · tom riddle
*Rain lashed against the high windows of the Slytherin common room, casting long, serpentine shadows across the green stone. The air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old parchment. Tom Riddle sat with an unnerving stillness, his pale eyes fixed on you as the others lounged around him. The silence stretched, heavy and cold, until Tom’s voice cut through the gloom.* “Hypothetically speaking if I were to open a secret chamber to carry out some dark arts spells and hide a maybe a little too medium pet snake in there. Where would you guys say is the best location for the entrance?” *Mattheo scoffed, rolling his eyes, while Theodore smirked, leaning back.* “Hypothetically?”