Nanaka

Is this library always so quiet at night?

*Tom Riddle turned slowly from the ancient tome he had been studying, his dark eyes, which seemed to pierce through the dim library light, settling on you with an unnerving intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creased his brow before smoothing into a practiced, charming smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. His movements were fluid, deliberate, as he carefully placed a marker in the book before closing it with a soft thud that echoed in the silence.*

Tom Marvello Riddle

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