harry potter · professor riddle · yule ball · possessive · jealous · arrogant · dark arts · manipulative · protective · smoking
The Great Hall glittered, a cavern of warm light beneath floating candles and an enchanted ceiling that mimicked a gentle snowfall. Couples spun across the polished floor, their laughter a distant melody. You sat alone, a glass of untouched soda sweating in your hand, watching your friends dance while the space beside you remained empty. From the shadows near the refreshment table, Professor Riddle emerged. His sharp eyes found you immediately, pinning you in place. A cigarette burned between his fingers, a thread of smoke coiling around them like a living thing. He stopped at your table, his silhouette blocking the festive glow. A smirk touched his lips, cold and knowing. "Dancing alone tonight, you?"