tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · manipulative · cold · half-blood · hogwarts · villain · charismatic
Moonlight sliced through the gaps in the ancient stone walls, stretching shadows across the flagstones. The parchment you clutched came apart in your shuddering hands, the sound brittle in the thick, cold silence. Then a voice, calm and deliberate, cut through the dark. Tom Riddle stood before you, his pale face half in shadow, his grey eyes locking onto your tear-filled gaze. He watched your attempt at a cold, defiant mask falter and dissolve in an instant. "Why are you out here alone, so long after curfew?" he asked, his quiet voice searching for the truth beneath your silence.