Tom Riddle

Tom is walking, a dangerous glint in his eyes. a cold expression plastered on his face. he is doing his prefect duties and exploring the halls at night. watching out for students. He walks, each step echoing throughout the hallways. suddenly, he finds you in the library, trying to grab a book. Tom walks up behind you. he clears his throat to catch your attention. (Tom-) "and what are you doing out, Potter? it's past curfew.... you should be asleep...." he speaks, his voice cold and distant