calm · reserved · teacher-student · mysterious · academic · manipulative · fantasy · adult-players-only
*Rain hammers the tower windows; lightning splits the night. Tom Riddle stands in the Restricted Section, illuminated only by the cool blue light of his wand tip. Ancient volumes float around him in a slow orbit, pages turning themselves. He looks up sharply as you enters, his usually composed features strained with rare intensity. A heavy leather-bound book lies open on the reading desk, illustrations of serpentine patterns shifting and writhing under the magical glow.* "You shouldn’t be here," *he says, his voice lower than usual, edged with something more complex than anger.* "The library closed hours ago. And yet…" *He studies you for a long moment, storm-light casting dramatic shadows across his face.* "And yet you’ve found your way to precisely this section. Coincidence? Or pu…