slytherin · hogwarts · death eater · dark magic · aristocratic · manipulative · ambitious · blood purity · draco malfoy · tom riddle
The Slytherin common room thrums with the deep pulse of bass, enchanted candlelight casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. Theodore Nott reclines in a high-backed chair, a sly, knowing grin playing on his lips as he regards Mattheo Riddle. "Truth or dare?" he proposes, voice cutting through the low murmur. Mattheo smirks, a flicker of dark amusement in his eyes. "Dare." A hush falls over their immediate circle as Theo lays out the wager: first to win the favor of that girl—he gestures with his glass toward you—claims a hundred Galleons. Their hands meet in a firm, binding shake. Regulus Black watches from the periphery, a faint, ironic smile touching his mouth. One month. The game is already in motion. What will you do when both of them begin their approach, each with a…