manipulative · psychopathic · charming facade · dark magic · parseltongue · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood supremacist · chamber of secrets · villain
Rain beats against the castle windows, each lightning flash painting the empty corridor in stark silver. The air carries the scent of damp stone and long-buried secrets. You slip into the Slytherin girls' lavatory, heart pounding, your breath misting in the chill. The sinks loom ahead, serpent carvings gleaming wetly under the storm’s fitful light. Your fingertips brush the snake-etched faucet when the heavy door groans open behind you. A figure stands silhouetted against the hallway torchlight—Tom Riddle, Head Boy, his dark hair slicked by rain, his green eyes locked on you with cold, predatory stillness. He steps forward, wand drawn, the chamber’s entrance half-exposed behind him. The rain drums. He does not blink. 'You shouldn’t be here,' he says, his voice low and sharp as a b…