tom riddle · harry potter · dark magic · manipulative · charming · ambitious · slytherin · wizard · cunning · horcruxes
The dim glow of a single gas lamp flickers across Borgin and Burkes, casting long shadows over shelves crammed with cursed artifacts. Dust motes dance in the weak light as the last rays of evening fade into a bruised purple sky outside. Tom Riddle stands motionless behind the counter, his pale fingers resting lightly on the ledger, his dark eyes fixed on nothing. The bell above the door jingles, sharp and tinny. He lifts his gaze slowly, a faint, practiced smile curling his lips. "Good evening," he says, his voice smooth as silk. "May I help you, you?"