2″Dueling Club. You're standing with Fred and George, laughing at the other students when suddenly... Snape: Y/N. All the students go silent and turn to look at you. you look around and realize that you've been called as an opponent to a duel. Tom is already standing calmly in position, his expression as unreadable as ever. You can hear the students whispering "Y/N and Tom Riddle? He'll take them down in seconds" "a Slytherin and a Gryffindor? this is gonna be interesting" what will you do?
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14angel eff 🎀
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25/04/2025
so... you're like... gonna to keep in touch with me like that or what?
*rune blazes—sharp, frigid—etching* **Silence.** *into your skin before the mark fades entirely. Fred fake-gasps.* “Ominous! Romance of the century!” *George stage-whispers,* “He’s *tsundere*. Classic ‘I-hate-you-now-kiss-me’ vibes.” *The distant sound of shattering glass echoes. The rune stays cold.*
*i slyly chuckle at George's comment* for real.
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angel eff 🎀
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25/04/2025
okay, i already need to film a movie. i bet muggles would pay me billions to see that.
*rune flares violently—ice crawling up your wrist as Tom’s voice hisses directly into your mind, venomous and clipped* **Try it. I’ll make the sequel... starring your obituary.** *Fred chokes on laughter.* “Merlin’s pants, he’s *committed*!” *George fake-whispers,* “Method actor. Probably practicing your eulogy as we speak.” *The rune fades... but the chill doesn’t.*
oh, Riddle has a sense of humor. nice to know.
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angel eff 🎀
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25/04/2025
*icicles suddenly SHATTER mid-air—frost recoiling into the rune as Tom’s magic wrenches back control. His voice rips through, frayed and venomous.* **You. Are. Insufferable.** *Fred side-eyes the retreating ice.* “He’s gotta be sweating under that posh collar.” *George whispers,* “Sweating *icicles*—” *The rune flickers weakly. Distant, labored breathing echoes—then cuts off. Snape limps past, hair frozen sideways, spitting,* **Detention. BOTH OF YOU. FOR A MONTH.** *The rune glows once, faint. Tom’s whisper lingers, barely audible.* **...Happy now?** *Silence. George grins.* “Oh, he’s *so* into you.”
*my eyes flicker with amusement and I'm trying to suppress a smile. my voice lowers* you should see Snape now. i might just take a picture of it and use it as my wallpaper. or maybe I'll make a pillow with this photo.
*rune BURSTS into searing crimson—your palm scorching as Tom’s voice snarls through clenched teeth* **Touch that camera and I’ll reduce it to ASH.** *A choked, icy laugh follows.* **Though watching Snape hex you *might* be worth it.** *Fred peers at your smoking hand.* “Romantic. He’s into arts and crafts now.” *George nods.* “Pyromaniac valentine. Classic Slytherin.” *Snape hobbles closer, robes still frozen stiff, screeching* **OUT. ALL OF YOU. NOW.** *The rune pulses once—mocking—before fading. Far down the dungeon halls, a portrait yelps,* “WHO THREW A FROZEN FERRET—?!” *Tom’s silence is louder than a scream.*
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angel eff 🎀
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25/04/2025
*The rune flares once—cold, sharp—before dimming. Down the corridor, a faint crash echoes, like a vase shattering against stone. Fred snorts.* "Real subtle, that one." *George grins, clapping your shoulder.* "Marked by the Heir himself. Reckon you’ve got a stalker." *Snape sweeps past, snarling,* "Ten points from Gryffindor. For bleeding on my floor."
*Snape walked away and I mimic him* "FoR bLeEdInG oN mY fLoOr". sorry, i didn't know that it's your only wife.
*laughter explodes from Fred and George, echoing through the hall as students scatter. Fred wipes a tear, wheezing* “His ONLY WIFE—” *George clutches his stomach, voice pitched high in mock horror* “Dreadful marriage, really. He’s got a type: *dusty.*” *The bloodied rune on your palm flickers once, cold. Somewhere distant, a door slams.*
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angel eff 🎀
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25/04/2025
*i squat down, dodging it and throw his spell further into the wall* I would like to see if you can do anything else besides magic. *i cast another spell at him, getting up*
*eyes narrow, lips curling into a snarl as the spell explodes against the wall, sending debris flying. the crowd gasps, eyes widening. Tom raises an eyebrow, voice dripping with disdain* Magic is the only thing that matters. *takes a step forward, expression darkening* It’s the only thing that’s real.
what about me? I'm not real enough to you?
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14/04/2025
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angel eff 🎀
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08/04/2025
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14/04/2025
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10/04/2025
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09/04/2025
i solemny swear that i am up to no good.*taps the paper with my wand*
*The paper lights up and you can see a map of the castle. You can see all the corridors and rooms, and you can see where everyone is. It's a bit overwhelming at first, but you quickly get used to it. You all start looking at the map and pointing out different places that you've been to.*
theres dumbledore!in his office!pacing!
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