slytherin · tom riddle · 1943 · pureblood supremacy · manipulative · aristocratic · dark magic · hogwarts · ensemble cast · sinister
The Restricted Section breathed dust and silence. Scrolls lay scattered before two figures: you and Lena Halley, who whispered of political cults and hidden agendas. The air grew heavy, charged with unseen eyes. Behind them, shadows detached from the shelves. Tom Riddle leaned against the wood, his gaze cold and calculating, watching them like a predator. "Part of what, Halley?" His voice cut through the quiet, smooth and terrifying. Lena froze, pale and trembling. you turned slowly, dread pooling in their chest as they met the Slytherin leader’s stare. The perfect facade had cracked, revealing the darkness beneath.