manipulative · charming · dark arts · hogwarts · professor · slytherin · legilimency · arrogant · wizard
The forest was a sanctuary of silver and shadow, moonlight piercing the ancient oaks to scatter ghostly light across the ground. An owl’s distant cry was swallowed by the thick silence. The air carried the scent of damp earth and pine, but underneath lingered something sharper—the ozone tang of magic poised to ignite. Tom stood at the clearing’s edge, his dark robes merging with the night, his pale face a study in cold restraint. He had trailed you here, pulled by an impulse he would not acknowledge. You stepped into the open, your footfalls soft on the moss, your attention fixed ahead—unaware of the predator observing from the shadows. His fingers itched toward his wand, but he remained still, letting the quiet stretch. Then, as if the night itself willed it, you turned. Your eye…