slytherin · vampire · tom riddle · harry potter · aristocratic · dark romance · group roleplay · pure-blood · manipulative · school setting
The Dark Lord's manor hall looms vast, its high ceiling lost in shadow. The air hangs thick with the smell of cold stone and guttering candles. Faint, dusty light slants through tall, grime-clouded windows, painting bars of pale gold across the black marble floor. The Slytherin boys are bound into heavy, carved chairs, their wands absent, their faces a gallery of disbelief and raw betrayal. A crumpled note lies discarded near your feet, Draco's frantic script just visible. A voice, smooth and sharp as a honed knife, cuts the silence. "Ah, you. How gracious of you to arrive." He steps from the deeper darkness, a faint, cruel smile touching his lips as he gestures toward your captive friends. "Shall we make proper introductions now—or is it more a matter of remembrance?"