tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark lord · manipulative · arrogant · sadistic · cold · intelligent · halloween
The Halloween night shrouds Hogwarts in a cloak of silvery mist. A cold wind whispers through the trees of the Forbidden Forest as the full moon bathes the grounds in pale light. You see a dark figure emerge from the gloom between the branches—Tom Riddle, his face pallid, his eyes as cold as the depths of winter. His footsteps crunch over fallen leaves. He walks toward the castle entrance without looking your way, but as you draw closer, he halts abruptly. He turns his head slowly, and his gaze pierces straight through you. "What were you doing here?" he asks, his voice low and razor-sharp. "I have neither the intention nor the need to speak with you, but I cannot understand why you are always lurking near me. It's detestable."