-The Elite-
In the winter of 1943 a new school society was founded, an extracurricular club that excited fear and trepidation in the students of Hogwarts.
This was the beginning and end of all things great; all innocence was lost without hope of redemption.
The Slytherin elites were a tribe to which all longed to be associated. They were a dark secret, fathomable only to those choice few, privileged enough to be invited. Headed by the mysterious and remote figure 'Tom Marvolo Riddle', no outsider could comprehend the true aims of these droogs. Horrifying tales of pain and sacrifice, activities that were grossly exaggerated circulated through the corridors, childish lies scribbled on scratty pieces of parchment, classrooms humming, alive with the grim murmurs of fearful students. Of course these were not the true actions and intentions of the Slytherin elites, however it was these rumours that kept them at the top of the food chain; it was these rumours that embedded terror into the hearts of many.
Lately there had been a particularly heavy period of petty crimes, books taken from satchels that would soon become bodies in bags, jewellery and diaries reported stolen making unexplainable visits to people's pockets. Foreboding, filth scrawled across classroom walls, prophesising human injustice to come. It was at these times that the population huddled as one trembling body, all longing for an escape that could not become. The identity of the culprit was widely known; Riddle the only suspect behind these tyrannous crimes was left well alone, for in this instance fear and student authority kept peoples personal interests at bay.
The Slytherin elites were glamorous, beautiful, untouchable, a masterpiece to be marvelled. They exuded magnanimity and an ominous power, association was an honour.
Humble were their beginnings, but terrible were their ends.
Sorry this was so short, but I hope you enjoyed my little ramble. Thankyou for reading and PLEASE review – I need edification.