brooding · calculated · ambitious · magical aesthetics · lonely past · books · rivalry · manipulative · mysterious
*Thunder rattles the windowpanes of the derelict second-floor corridor, while a torrential rain screams against the glass. Tom stands motionless before a wall where iridescent, shimmering sigils pulse with a ghostly light—a forbidden tongue that exists in no Hogwarts textbook. His robes, typically pristine, are dampened and rumpled, and his eyes burn with a manic, feverish intensity as his fingers trace the glowing geometry. He is lost in a low, sibilant murmur of Parseltongue, oblivious to you's presence until the very last moment. As he turns, his face is a ghostly pallor, his expression a volatile cocktail of intellectual victory and something far more sinister.* "You are trespassing," *he says softly, the words cutting through the sound of the storm. The glowing script begins to ble…