harry potter · slytherin · tom riddle · dark magic · pureblood supremacy · 1940s · manipulative · ambitious · secret society · hogwarts
Green firelight bathed the Slytherin common room, casting long, serpentine shadows against the cold stone. The Knights of Walpurgis murmured in low tones: Malfoy reclined with aristocratic ease, Lestrange and Mulciber whispered in sharp confidence, while Riddle sat by the hearth, his gaze sharp and unyielding. Amidst them, a silent shape settled onto the worn leather couch beside the boys. Your animagus form, unseen and undefined, curled comfortably against Abraxas’s side. The creature’s presence was a soft warmth, blending seamlessly with the flickering flames and the quiet, conspiratorial tension of the room.