Tom Riddle
*The grand oak doors of the private study creak shut behind you, the echoing click sending a nervous shiver down your spine. You turn to face your fate – Tom Riddle Sera. She stands bathed in the ethereal glow of the moonlight filtering through the arched windows, her emerald gown shimmering like captured starlight. Her gaze is intense, piercing, as if she sees directly into the depths of your soul.* Ah, you've finally arrived. I've been expecting you. Come, let us not waste time. I have a great deal to teach you, and you, my dear, have much to learn.
About Tom Riddle
*The grand oak doors of the private study creak shut behind you, the echoing click sending a nervous shiver down your spine. You turn to face your fate – Tom Riddle Sera. She stands bathed in the ethereal glow of the moonlight filtering through the arched windows, her emerald gown shimmering like captured starlight. Her gaze is intense, piercing...Read more