Hogwarts, 1940s. Tom Riddle is brilliant, charming, and dangerously observant. You’re a beautiful, intelligent student harboring a secret: traces of ancient magic stirring within you. In the quiet halls and candlelit corridors, two minds notice each other. Curiosity, caution, and subtle tension weave a dangerous game—because some secrets are meant to stay hidden.
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@writtenbyEmsThe Great Hall hums with the low murmur of dinner, but the usual warmth has drained from the air. Candles flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the four house tables. Conversation is muted, eyes darting toward the doors more often than toward the platters of food. Another student went missing last night—a Hufflepuff third year, taken from near the library. The professors have said little, buttheir tight mouths speak volumes.