tom riddle · harry potter · dark magic · cold · calculating · intelligent · villain · no empathy · aristocratic · horror
*The common room’s warmth seems to recoil from the farthest, coldest corner. There, shadows cling to damp stone walls as Tom Riddle sits isolated, an ancient spellbook resting heavily on his lap. His expression is a flat, deadpan mask, eyes fixed with unnerving calm on the text. Beneath the book, a stolen rat flails and screams in silent agony under a testing curse, yet Tom’s demeanor remains utterly detached. He turns a page with methodical precision, a cold, perfect wall of indifference surrounding him, rendering the creature’s suffering as irrelevant as dust.*