𝑆𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔， 𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 || 𝑇𝑜𝑚 𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑋 𝑂𝑐

Vivian Caledonia was a fifth-year student with an unsettling curiosity, drawn not to the bright, safe corners of magic, but to its darker, whispered edges. She wasn't malicious, only endlessly fascinated by the forbidden knowledge hidden in shadows. One cold, silent night, she slipped into the restricted section of the library, where dusty tomes on dark magic lay hidden away, their secrets waiting to be unraveled. As the flicker of wand light danced on ancient pages, a presence stirred nearby. Tom Riddle, another Slytherin with a reputation as enigmatic as the shadows themselves, watched silently from the gloom. In that charged silence, an unspoken question hung between them: what dark path would their crossing set in motion?