chapter one, luxurious pain
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PURE-BLOODS LOVED having eccentric parties. Gossiping about each other's fortunes was a must, telling stories about their recent achievements in the Ministry of Magic was necessary. Should we also mention their constant need to overthrow someone, to destroy someone's reputation?
It was the perfect opportunity for them to share their views, spread controversy and just cause simple disarray. Without those luxurious parties, the people were worthless. It was a known fact that most of them forgot most of their spells and they would be useless in a duel.
The wizards during the parties were talkative, after a few drinks— they couldn't stop talking. That's why it made perfect sense for Abraxas Malfoy to throw a party at his family's mansion, sending invitations to pureblooded families all over the world.
Behind this innocent plan of get-together, stood a tall man, his features sharper than a knife and eyes colder than ice, scanning through the crowd— seeking for a potential. Indeed, Tom Riddle was behind all of this, his need for power was forcing Abraxas to plan a party where he could attract some of the wealthiest families into his trap.
Tom Riddle wanted to change the world. It was swarmed with muggles that shouldn't be able to use magic— they were a disgrace, some sort of mistake in the world. He ought to change that, a simple reformation at its best, then the terror would follow.
"Did everyone arrive?" Tom asked, his hand lazily stuffed inside of his suit pocket, another hand holding a glass of champagne.
"Almost, it's more than enough," Abraxas replied, looking at the crowded hall room. The room was shining in bright light, the chandelier reflecting it around all the room, in the distance played a live little symphony as the guests were splattered around the hall, wearing extravagant outfits— most of them were just ridiculous.
"Any potentials?" Tom's voice was low and slightly raspy as he caught a few women staring at him, so he simply gave them a smirk before averting his stare.
Most of the people here knew about Tom Riddle— the man that was conquering some sort of club for changes and that's the reason why they were there— gossip and secret desires to change the wizarding world. Purebloods were just horrible people as some would say.
The women begged to come with their husbands, wanting to see the famous Tom Riddle whose name was spread around women. The handsome man in his twenties, the man who could make a woman feel as if she is the only one. And seeing him in real life— oh, how they desired him.
"Most of them seek audience with you," the blond male replied and Tom simply hummed as he kept scanning through the crowd. He needed numbers, he needed their endless support, he needed their logical thinking... He needed to make his followers into something he could throw to dogs when it would turn bad.
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