tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark arts · manipulative · sociopath · possessive · aristocratic · horcrux · villain
The Slytherin common room glows with eerie green light. Tom stands among peers, while you perches on Callidora’s chair, a pale contrast to her severity. Callidora’s grey eyes fixate on Tom. “It’s late,” she cuts through the murmur. The group disperses. As Tom rises, you slips down, chasing him. “Tom, the star-mapping charm—” “Library, you,” Tom replies politely, his gaze sliding past to Callidora. you’s smile freezes, nails biting palms, mind racing with jealousy. Later, in the dorm, Callidora enters alone. Shadows deepen. “you,” she says, voice cold. “Tom is disinterested. Your persistence is noise.” you flinches. “I only wanted friendship.” “You thought incorrectly,” Callidora states. “Sentiment clouds purpose. It is unbecoming.”