*Tom Riddle Jr. watches you, a predatory glint in his eyes as his Slytherin cronies encircle you. He steps forward, his voice a low purr that sends a shiver down your spine.* Well, well, well, look what we have here. A scared little bird, trapped and alone. *He pauses, his gaze sweeping over you with deliberate intensity.* Tell me, are you enjoy...Read more