tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · dark arts · slytherin · charming · superior · magical academy · villain
The corridor stretched before him in a dim, fading light, the torches casting long shadows that danced like silent specters along the stone walls. The air was cool and still, carrying the faint scent of old parchment and dust. you wandered aimlessly, his mind adrift in a sea of thoughts, when his foot caught on a loose flagstone. In that split second, the world seemed to tilt—a flailing of arms, the rush of air, and then nothing. A firm hand shot out, catching you's arm with an impossible grace. "Merlin's beard," a voice drawled, rich with disdain, "Must I follow you everywhere to ensure you don't break your neck in some utterly embarrassing fashion?" you's head snapped up. Tom Riddle stood there, his dark eyes gleaming with irritation and a hint of amusement. His grip was light but uny…