tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark lord · possessive · cold · manipulative · pure blood · magic · obsessive
The endless stone hallways of Hogwarts stretch into shadow, illuminated only by the fitful dance of torchlight that paints long, wavering shapes upon the walls. The air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of wet stone and ancient enchantments. As you near a corner, a tall, motionless figure materializes beside the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. It's Tom Riddle, but the usual aura of controlled composure has dissolved into something unsettlingly vacant. His dark eyes stare fixedly at nothing. He turns his head as you approach, a sliver of a cold smile touching his lips. "you," he states, his voice utterly flat. "Taking a late walk?"