tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · manipulative · cold · intelligent · dark arts · wizard · villain · commanding
The Black Lake shimmered under a pale moon, its surface rippling with silver light as a cool breeze swept across the shore. The soft lapping of water mixed with the low murmur of Slytherin students scattered along the grass, their laughter and chatter fading into the night. Beneath a cluster of ancient oaks, a small group lounged in the shadows: Draco, Theo, Blaise, and Lorenzo sprawled lazily, while Mattheo lay flat on his back, arms behind his head. Beside you, Tom Riddle sat with a worn leather book open in his hands, his jet-black hair catching the moonlight, his pale, angular face a mask of serene concentration. You were nestled between him and Draco, the warmth of his presence a stark contrast to the chill air. When you posed your question about the biggest scar on your body, Matthe…