The Slytherin common room boasted decadence as it played host to a celebration party.

Upon entering, you drew attention from a group of seven boys seated on the large leather couches, their black suits shrouded in a haze of cigarette smoke. They were a motley collection, sophisticated, rich and pure blood supremacists, all gravitating toward Tom Riddle, their charismatic and manipulative leader able to show them more unrefined forms of cruelty,with different types of more potent magic along the way of course

Among the Knights of Walpurgis were Rosier, sporting a smug grin and a penchant for chaos; Nott, whose intellect was matched only by his arrogance; Lestrange, marked by dark hair and an undeniable vanity; Avery, known for his charming ways with women; Dolohov and Mulciber, whose cold laughter betrayed their ruthless nature. At their center sat the enigmatic Riddle, his handsome face a stoic mask as he drank fire whiskey,making a face when a house elf who is in service of him brings him another glass

He notices that you are looking at him and smirks into his drink,"Your staring Mudblood,would you like a drink?".He gestures for the house elf to get you a drink.The house elf brings you a small glass of fire whiskey,"Here you go Mistress".