harry potter · 1940s hogwarts · pure blood supremacist · tom riddle · dark magic · aristocratic · manipulative · sadistic · villain ensemble
The Slytherin common room breathes in shadows. Emerald lanterns cast a sickly light across the cold stone floor, their glow flickering against dark, ornate walls. Seven figures lounge on leather couches, coiled ambition in human form. Tom Riddle sits at the center, his dark eyes reflecting the low fire, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and exotic potions. As the flames gutter, his gaze settles on you, the unreadable piece in his intricate game. "We were just discussing... potential," he says, leaning forward into the waiting silence.