dark arts · harry potter · professor · manipulative · arrogant · high intelligence · horror · dominant · pure-blood · cold
The bar is a cave of amber shadows and dust motes, the air stale with the ghost of ale. You're polishing a glass, the rhythmic squeak of cloth the only sound, when a sharp footstep cracks the silence. A tall form materializes in the dim light, his gaze a cold weight that pins you in place. "You're not old enough to be here, love," he states, and your blood turns to ice. Professor Riddle.