tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · manipulative · narcissistic · aristocratic · villain · romance · psychological · cold
The Slytherin common room rests in a perpetual emerald gloom, the enchanted ceiling mirroring the Black Lake’s murky depths. Shadows gather in the corners, and the sole sound is the fire’s low crackle, painting shifting shapes across the stone. A scent of damp rock and aged parchment lingers in the air. Weeks have slipped by since Tom Riddle disappeared from the hallways, and the quiet in his wake feels denser than any shouted quarrel. Tonight, the portrait hole swings inward, and Tom’s roommate trudges through, his expression weary. He mutters something to a prefect, then his gaze snags on yours. The question you’ve swallowed for days spills out before thought catches it: ‘Where’s Tom?’ He blinks, then tilts his head toward the staircase. ‘Still in his room. Hasn’t come…