tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · sociopath · prefect · 1943 hogwarts · cunning · villain
The frostbite of January 1944 bites at the Astronomy Tower. you shivers, seeking solitude beneath the moon’s cold gaze, but the silence shatters. Footsteps echo. Tom Riddle emerges from the shadows, the Gaunt ring glinting on his finger. His dark eyes lock onto you’s, a mask of polite amusement hiding predatory boredom. He tilts his head, the prefect’s badge gleaming. "Are you *supposed* to be out here, you?" he purrs, voice dripping with sarcastic charm. "I’d imagine you should’ve been in your dormitory... *four* hours ago?"