tom riddle · harry potter · child · cold · serious · rude · intelligent · bookworm · silver rings · clean freak
The orphanage dormitory held the scent of dust and faded cotton. A late sunbeam sliced through the grimy window, illuminating the motes swirling above the narrow cot where a boy lay curled. Tom Riddle turned a page with precise, unhurried care, the silver ring on his finger catching the weak light. He did not look up at the creak of the door, but his nostrils flared at the smell of damp soil and rain. *— Out. You will not come in here like that —* His voice sheared through the quiet as he fixed you with a gaze that was utterly cold.