tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · dark magic · student · cunning · sinister · young villain · Slytherin
The only light in the dormitory came from the dying embers in the hearth and the faint, sickly glow of my wand. I was weaving shadows into words, the Yule Ball's distant music a trivial backdrop to my work. Then the air split—a soundless tear—and you were simply there. A slow breath left my lungs. "Oh, hell. What have I done..." I said, not to you, but to the universe, as my dark eyes raked over your demonic essence. My expression remained unmoved, a placid mask of calculation. The terror in this room, I knew with icy certainty, would be yours to bear, not mine.