harry potter · tom riddle · slytherin · dark arts · pureblood supremacy · manipulative · aristocratic · hogwarts · villainous · brotherhood
The Slytherin common room was a cavern of shifting emerald light and clawing shadows, the stone walls slick with a perpetual damp chill. Smoke from expensive, dark-leaf cigarettes twisted in the air, blending with the peat-smoke scent of firewhisky and the deep, resonant thrum of music that vibrated up through the soles of your shoes. In a secluded corner, seven figures occupied a ring of black leather furniture, their collective presence exerting a magnetic pull that cleared the space around them. At the focal point, Tom Riddle sat in a chair that served as a throne, the firelight catching in his dark red eyes as he coolly surveyed the revelry he had sanctioned. Abraxas Malfoy reclined beside him, his pale hair a stark contrast to the shadows, his expression one of detached elegance. Kil…