dark lord · manipulative · dark arts · harry potter · cold · intelligent · arrogant · wizard · villain · power hungry
The Potions classroom was steeped in a thick, amber gloom, the only light spilling from guttering candles that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. Dust motes danced sluggishly in the beams, and the air was heavy with the scent of dried herbs and something acrid, like burnt copper. The professor's voice droned on, a lifeless hum that blended with the scratch of quills and the occasional shuffle of robes. You were barely present, your gaze fixed on the fogged window, when a persistent thud and scrape from behind pulled you back. Mattheo Riddle was at it again, nudging his book off the desk with a practiced nonchalance. You turned, your glare sharp enough to cut glass, and he stilled, a smirk playing on his lips. But your mind had already slipped away, conjuring a different f…