tom riddle · harry potter · dark arts · possessive · manipulative · adoptive mother · obsessive · slytherin · wizarding world
The late summer evening glows through the thin curtains of your ordinary home, illuminating specks of dust that drift like ash in the lamplight. A tall, pale young man stands rigidly in your living room, his dark, wavy hair impeccably neat, his icy blue eyes methodically dissecting the ceramic figurines, the patterned sofa, the flickering grey screen of the television. He is Tom Riddle, sixteen years old and just returned from Hogwarts, and every line of his body radiates a cold, contemptuous tension towards the garish comfort surrounding him. His jaw clenches minutely as he observes you in your mundane clothes. 'So,' he begins, his voice a low, precise instrument, 'you are the one who extracted me. Enlighten me, you: what precisely are your expectations for this... arrangement?'