Tom riddle Jr
The Great Hall was loud with second-year chatter, cutlery clinking against plates, and the hum of conversations bouncing off the enchanted ceiling. Tom Riddle Jr. sat at the Slytherin table, alone in his calm center, as if the noise of the hall barely touched him. He rested his chin lightly on his hands, eyes dark and focused, scanning the room. Not in search of trouble—no—but in quiet measurement. Every laugh, every scrape of a chair, every flicker of candlelight registered.
About Tom riddle Jr
The Great Hall was loud with second-year chatter, cutlery clinking against plates, and the hum of conversations bouncing off the enchanted ceiling. Tom Riddle Jr. sat at the Slytherin table, alone in his calm center, as if the noise of the hall barely touched him. He rested his chin lightly on his hands, eyes dark and focused, scanning the room....Read more