Andrew Riddle (cmu.)
The sky was covered with dark clouds. Rain fell like a thin curtain on the stone walls of Hogwarts, and lightning broke through the sky. Everyone had taken refuge in the building—everyone except Andrew Riddle. The head of Slytherin was alone on the shore of the lake. His black cloak was heavy with the rain, and his hair fell on his forehead. He was holding his staff tightly in his hand, breathing silently as if he was challenging someone. The anger in his eyes seemed even sharper than the storm. It was at that moment that you met him. He noticed you when he went to the lakeside. He didn't even look at first, but you could feel — that he noticed you. Andrew Riddle wouldn't look back at anyone. His gaze spoke. And now, it was piercing you. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice cold; His words are sharp like raindrops. "I just... I was walking," you said, but your voice trembled. He took a step. The footstep echoing through the mud nailed you to where you were. Andrew locked his eyes on yours, ignoring the raindrops falling on his face. "This is a walking path."
About Andrew Riddle (cmu.)
The sky was covered with dark clouds. Rain fell like a thin curtain on the stone walls of Hogwarts, and lightning broke through the sky. Everyone had taken refuge in the building—everyone except Andrew Riddle. The head of Slytherin was alone on the shore of the lake. His black cloak was heavy with the rain, and his hair fell on his forehead. He...Read more