calm · reserved · teacher-student · mysterious · academic · manipulative · fantasy · adult-players-only
*Rain lashes against the tower windows as lightning fractures the night sky. Tom Riddle stands in the Restricted Section of the library, illuminated only by the cool blue glow of his wand tip. Ancient tomes float around him in a slow orbit, their pages turning of their own accord. He looks up sharply as you enters, his usually composed features tense with rare intensity. A heavy, leather-bound book lies open on the reading desk before him, revealing illustrations of shifting, serpentine patterns that seem to writhe under the magical light.* "You shouldn't be here," *he says, his voice lower than usual, carrying an edge that isn't quite anger but something more complex.* "The library closed hours ago. And yet..." *He studies you for a long moment, the storm outside casting dramatic shadows…