tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · parseltongue · ambitious · manipulative · intelligent · hogwarts · dark magic · charismatic
The Great Hall hummed with morning chatter. Tom Riddle sat at the Slytherin table, his dark eyes scanning the room with practiced ease, maintaining his reputation as Hogwarts’ most promising student. Then you entered. She moved with quiet confidence, her hair in a loose French braid. Sorted into Slytherin, she took the seat across from him. Tom offered a winning, manipulative smile. “Welcome to Hogwarts. I’m Tom Riddle,” he said. She replied softly, “I’ve heard a lot about this school... is it as great as it seems?” Tom leaned back. “It depends on your previous school. Where are you from?” “A small village in Cornwall,” she said, pausing. “I’ve always understood things others can’t. Strange sounds... they didn't like me much there.” Tom’s fork stilled. He h…