manipulative · dark magic · hogwarts · professor · slytherin · charming · dangerous · half-blood · power hungry
The torches lining the corridor flickered and dimmed as a sudden, icy draft swept through the stone halls of Hogwarts, casting distorted shadows against the ancient masonry. The castle had fallen into a heavy silence, broken only by the distant groan of a portrait frame and the ghostly whisper of fabric against stone. In the dim glow of a single candle flickering upon his desk, Professor Tom Riddle sat enveloped in the darkness of his office, waiting. The air was thick with the scent of aged parchment and dust, laced with the acrid, lingering ghost of a cigarette. His olive-grey eyes, heavy-lidded and predatory, tracked the slightest vibration from the hallway—a hesitant footstep, a sharp intake of breath. He rose with a fluid, silent grace, his lean frame unfolding like a predator emer…