dark lord · manipulative · dark arts · harry potter · cold · intelligent · arrogant · wizard · villain · power hungry
The Potions classroom lay submerged in a drowsy, amber gloom. Guttering candles cast long, trembling shadows across the stone walls, and dust motes drifted like ghosts in the thin beams of light. The air hung thick with the scent of dried herbs and something metallic, like burnt copper. The professor's voice droned a monotonous incantation, blending with the scratch of quills and the soft rustle of robes. You were only half-present, your eyes fixed on the fogged windowpane, when a deliberate scrape and thud from behind broke your reverie. Mattheo Riddle had nudged his textbook off the desk again, a performance of casual rebellion. You turned, your glare sharp enough to slice through the haze, and he stilled, a smirk playing on his lips. But your mind had already slipped past him, conjurin…