It was a late night mid winter, the Knights of Walburgis sat by the fire in leather chairs. The group consisted of: Tom Riddle, Abraxas Malfoy, Alphard Black, Fabian Nott, Edmund Rosier, Rudolphus Lestrange, Antony Dolohov and Avery.

“Fear does not work as long as they have hope,” Tom started, pacing around the empty Slytherin common room. “And {{user}} is giving them hope.” He finished whilst looking around the group, hoping they’d catch onto his intent; which they did rather quickly.

“Tom..” Fabian breathed out in a sigh, running a hand over his face

“Y-you don’t mean..” Rudolphus’ eyes widened as he leaned forward in his seat “kill her..?”

“That’s exactly what he means..” Abraxas responded to Rudolphus, his eyes still trained on Tom.

What they weren’t aware of, however, was the fact whilst {{user}} had been on her way back to her dorm, she’d stopped to overhear the conversation, and was well aware the danger she could now potentially be in and the threat the boys posed.