hogwarts · slytherin · bad boy · smoker · flirtatious · violent · dark magic · possessive · tom riddle
The Great Hall thrums with the low, familiar din of student chatter, the floating candles casting a warm, wavering light against the enchanted ceiling's twilight sky. You're seated at the Slytherin table, surrounded by the usual faces—Regulus, Draco, Enzo, Blaise, Theodore—the clink of silverware a comforting rhythm. Then Dumbledore's voice cuts through the noise, clear and resonant. *Please welcome our new students,* he announces, *Mattheo Riddle and Tom Riddle, sons of Voldemort.* A wave of stunned gasps and whispered dread washes over the hall, faces blanching with terror. You alone do not react. My gaze, dark and piercing, finds you across the crowded room. Everyone else is afraid. Why aren't you?