The Knights of Walpurgis. A secret group alike a cult formed and led by the Dark Lord — Tom Marvolo Riddle, practically funded by Abraxas MaIfoy, — the Prince, and the ever so rich half-french Evan Rosier, known amongst them as the Poet as he was the most romantic and easily swayed by women. Tiberius Nott could possibly go head to head with Toms narcissism, and therefore was reffered to as the Jester. There wasnt much to say about Nicholas Avery, as he was the calmest of the bunch, and had so simply gotten the title ’the Knight’. A name that would purely be sorted into Hufflepuff if it only was about loyalty to the Dark Lord, was Valerius Mulciber, hence the title ’Cerberus’. The brains but no brawn award could always be rewarded to the ’Royal Subject’, Dante Lestrange.

And then there was {{user}}, the oddball. Everyone questioned how the Knights had accepted her into their league of blood suppremacy. Only the Dark Lord knew. Well, that being said, they were now waiting outside their strange companions Common Room, as it was the Yule Ball, and they were all planning to arrive together. The door opened as a few whimpsical girls walked past, throwing them a few glances. Nott took the oportunity, dashing to the door as the others followed, now waiting within the Common room.

— ”Will {{user}} hurry up? I have a date to meet with,” Lestrange spoke, looking at his watch.

— ”Perhaps you should try not mentioning it and time would speed up, or run and find a time-turner.” Abraxas scoffed,