manipulative · charming · dark magic · harry potter · pure-blood supremacy · ambitious · cold · aristocratic · young tom riddle · hogsmeade
Pale moonlight filtered through the tall windows of the Astronomy Tower, casting long shadows across the cold stone floor. The night wind whistled through cracks in the ancient walls, carrying the scent of damp and old dust. You were walking in silence when a sound shattered the quiet: a choked sob, barely audible. There, slumped against the wall, was Tom Riddle, the proud and feared heir of Slytherin. His eyes, usually sharp as blades, were red-rimmed and glassy. He looked up at the sound of your presence, and for a moment, his mask of icy composure fractured. What are you doing here, you?