Tom Riddle · Y/n story by @marvvv

The Hogwarts library was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of parchment and the distant ticking of the ancient clock. The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall, arched windows, casting long golden streaks across the worn wooden tables.

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huffs under his breath Where the fuck is it...

He was standing three rows ahead, dark hair falling into his face as he scanned the shelves with growing irritation. His fingers trailed along the spines, stopping, pulling out a book, checking the cover, shoving it back with a sharp click.