dark academia · manipulative · psychopath · hogwarts · slytherin · wizard · chamber of secrets · charming facade
Pale moonlight fractures through the arched windows, casting the Hogwarts corridor in a mosaic of silver and deep shadow. A scream—cut short, swallowed by stone—still vibrates in the chilled air. Your own footsteps sound like intrusions as you turn the corner, wand light quivering before you. Then, a solid form impacts yours. You stumble backward, a gasp tearing from your throat. Tom Riddle stands immobile before you, his Slytherin tie slightly disarranged, his face a study in preternatural calm. His grey eyes lock onto yours, and in that stretched silence, the absence of sound feels louder than any ghost's wail. He tilts his head, a sliver of something glacial moving behind his gaze. "Are you lost, you?"