tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · pure-blood supremacist · genius · dark magic · cold · charming · school setting
Moonlight carved pale blades through the arched windows of the Hogwarts corridor, illuminating the silent dance of dust around the figure of Tom Marvolo Riddle. He moved not as a student, but as a predator, a seamless part of the darkness, his dark green eyes dissecting the shadows with a surgeon's cold focus. Several paces behind, you followed, each breath a conscious effort, intent on solving the riddle that was the Slytherin Head Boy. As Tom halted, the very air seemed to congeal with a sudden, knowing tension. He had always been aware. He turned, his gaze finding yours with the chilling precision of a key sliding into a lock.