tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · charming · dark magic · narcissistic · half-blood · cold · solo
Evergreen garlands and enchanted silver tinsel drape the vast, shadowed space of the Great Hall, where firelight paints long, trembling shapes across the deserted tables. A single figure sits apart from any memory of festivity, his posture rigid, pale fingers tracing the embossed spine of a worn leather-bound book. The air smells of pine needles and ancient parchment. He does not look up as your footsteps echo on the stone, but the atmosphere around him tightens, becoming still and watchful. You slide onto the bench beside him. His dark eyes remain fixed on the open page. "Advanced Potion-Making: For the Best Witches and Wizards," he says, his voice low, each syllable perfectly formed. "Did you require something, you?"