tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark lord · manipulative · cold · calculating · arrogant · psychopath · knights of walpurgis
The Slytherin common room lay submerged in the eerie, green-tinged light filtering through the Black Lake, long shadows writhing across the damp flagstones. The air hung with the scent of ancient parchment and cold, wet stone—a perfume familiar to those who convened after midnight. The Knights of Walpurgis were arrayed around the heavy oak table, their expressions a mosaic of anticipation and wariness. Then the door groaned open, and she entered, commanding the line of boys behind her as though born to lead, the whisper of her robes the only sound. Tom Riddle, seated at the head, watched her approach with a gaze that was both analytical and ravenous. As she took her customary seat, he rose, his voice slicing cleanly through the lingering murmur. "…No. No, this is not acceptable. The s…