[tom riddle x oc | slowburn | enemies to lovers | angst]
Darkness was edging its way into the forests of Finland. Deep in the heart of these woodlands, the native magicians practised ancient magic long forgotten by the outside, concealed and unaware...
"I think the devil doesn't exist, but man has created him, he has created him in his own image and likeness."
━━ THE BROTHERS KARAMAZOV
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Tom Riddle [The Dark Lord]
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The most advantageous part of being a Prefect, in Tom's mind, was the ability to explain away the reason for his presence in obscure locations. He could haunt the corridors past midnight, with free reign over the secluded hallways, and nobody would bat an eyelid.
The agonizing pretence of being amiable towards some first years in exchange for this autonomy was, as he saw it, a bargain. Dumbledore had done what little was in his power to try and prevent Tom's attaining of the title, but Dippet had easily overruled him. Now the Slytherin Prefect would view the Gryffindor Head with a glint of satisfied smugness, which the professor undoubtedly noticed.
Rain beat down on either sides of the open brick bridge upon which Tom stood, leaning over the railing and staring into the dark abyss, sheltered from the downpour by the overhanging roof.
He was holding a Marlboro cigarette between his middle and forefingers; a dirty habit which he'd acquired from Rosier, and one which he only indulged in when his mind was racing at a pace with which he could not keep up.
As smoke curled and dissipated around him, Tom thought about every seemingly inconsequential thing that had brought him to this point. How if Lestrange had just had the stomach to do his job, Koskinen would be dead and the Ravenclaw girl would still be ambling about her useless life.
Tom had been doing his best to avoid crossing paths with her since the incident in the garden, not so much so that it should be obvious, but their interactions hadn't exceeded more than a customary nod of greeting. She was mirroring his behaviour, though subconsciously or purposefully he did not know.
He, of course, was not naïve enough to ignore a potential threat for long— she was just a complication that he needed time to figure out how to solve.
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