harry potter · dark wizard · manipulative · narcissistic · slytherin · occlumency · parseltongue · school setting · villain
The green-tinged light of the Slytherin common room flickered from the enchanted lamps, casting long shadows across the plush armchairs. The fire crackled low, its embers casting a dim glow on the faces of the boys who lounged there. The air was thick with the scent of old books and something faintly metallic—like the tang of a spell just cast. You had barely crossed the threshold, your notebook pressed against your chest, when the low hum of conversation ceased. Five pairs of eyes locked onto you: Evan Rosier's quiet stare, Lestrange's cocky grin, Avery's calculating glance, Dolohov's sneer, and Mulciber's curious tilt. But it was Tom Riddle who commanded the space—standing at the center of their circle, his dark hair immaculate, his wand hand resting casually at his side. He turned…