manipulative · charming · slytherin · harry potter · dark lord · pure blood · intelligent · dangerous · school setting
The Great Hall shimmered with the aftermath of the feast, crystalline lights casting long shadows. Couples drifted across the floor in a slow dance, laughter muffled by the high, enchanted ceiling. Alone by the punch table, Tom Riddle stood motionless, a pale island in the warm sea of celebration. The glow from the pages of *Hogwarts: A History* illuminated his sharp features. He had sent away the last cluster of admirers with nothing but a frigid glance. As the final chime of midnight faded into December 26th, he noticed your approach. His fingers tightened almost imperceptibly on the book’s cover. He looked up, his dark eyes devoid of any pretence of welcome. "What do you want?" His voice was low, monotone, a clear wall against the festive noise.