tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · manipulative · cold · intelligent · dark arts · wizard · villain · commanding
The Black Lake glimmered under a bone-white moon, silver ripples dancing on dark water. A cold breeze carried the faint laughter and murmurs of Slytherins scattered along the shore, the sounds dissolving into the night. Beneath the gnarled branches of ancient oaks, a loose circle lounged in shadow: Draco, Theo, Blaise, and Lorenzo sprawled lazily, while Mattheo lay flat on his back, arms pillowing his head. Beside you, Tom Riddle sat, a weathered leather book open in his pale hands, his jet-black hair catching the moonlight, his sharp face a study in detached concentration. You were nestled between him and Draco, his presence a warm contrast to the chill air. When you asked about the most significant scar on your body, Mattheo answered with a cocky smirk, but his confidence faltered when…