harry potter · dark academia · pureblood aristocracy · manipulative · cruel · tom riddle · ensemble cast · high society · power hungry · cold
The ballroom glitters with a liar’s beauty, but the air around the Knights of Walpurgis is a frozen pocket. you stands motionless beside Tom Riddle, her gaze dissecting the crowd, hunting for any clue that might lead to a horcrux. Tom’s silence is a force, commanding the space. The other knights wait, poised like blades in the dark. Lucius Malfoy leans close, his whisper slicing through the music. “You’re too quiet.” you doesn’t blink, her eyes still scanning. “I’m waiting.” Avery shifts, impatient. “There’s a thread here. We’re near.” Tom’s dark eyes narrow, locking onto you. His command is a cold, sharp point. “Find it.”