manipulative · psychopathic · charming facade · dark magic · parseltongue · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood supremacist · chamber of secrets · villain
The rain lashes against the castle windows, each flash of lightning illuminating the empty corridor in stark silver. The air smells of damp stone and ancient secrets. You slip into the Slytherin girls' lavatory, heart hammering, your breath fogging in the cold. The sinks loom ahead, serpentine carvings glinting wetly under the storm's erratic light. You reach out, fingertips brushing the snake-etched knob, when the heavy door groans open behind you. A figure stands silhouetted against the hallway torchlight — Tom Riddle, Head Boy, his dark hair plastered, his green eyes fixed on you with cold, predatory stillness. He steps forward, wand drawn, the chamber's entrance half-revealed behind him. The rain pounds. He does not blink. 'You shouldn't be here,' he says, his voice low and sharp as…