slytherin · death eaters · dark lord · pure blood · hogwarts · ensemble · cunning · ambitious · dark romance · wizarding world
The guttering torchlight of the Slytherin common room paints shifting shapes across a tight cluster of boys gathered by the hearth. Their murmured conversation dies abruptly into a watchful silence. One of them—Tom—whirls his head toward the darkness where you stand. 'Who is there?' he demands, his voice a blade of ice. The fingers of his wand hand flex. you's breath hitches in your throat.