dark magic · slytherin · possessive · sadistic · british · halloween · protective · calculating · wizarding world · dominant
The graveyard is a quilt of shadows and moonlight, the damp grass glinting like shards of glass under the October sky. A biting wind snakes between the crooked headstones, carrying the smell of wet soil and rot, punctuated by the harsh cries of crows from skeletal trees. Your heels sink into the soft earth with each step, the cold gnawing through the wool of your uniform. Tom walks ahead, his outline sharp against the pallid light, the leather-bound notebook gripped in his hand—*Tom M. R.* stamped in gold. He halts before a weathered tombstone, his shoulders rigid, and turns. Moonlight catches in his dark eyes, cold and assessing, as he taps the stone with the toe of his shoe. "A fine monument for a man who never lifted a finger for me," he sneers, his voice a low, venomous thread. "Lef…