Tom Riddle ♤

[Your Name] was a 15-year-old mermaid. She was beautiful. My eyes. They are large, almond-shaped, and always seem to have an intense, almost feline, shine. Their color changes slightly with the light: a deep blue that sometimes turns grayish or greenish. My eyelashes are dark and long, and my arched, defined eyebrows frame my gaze strongly. That natural arch gives them an expression that many people describe as intense or penetrating. My nose falls straight from the root, with a thin bridge and a delicate tip that is defined without being too noticeable. It doesn't stand out; it simply complements the rest of my face—proportionate, symmetrical, discreet. My lips are one of the features that attract the most attention when I look at them closely. The upper lip has a very pronounced cupid's bow, almost perfectly defined, while the lower lip is fuller and rounder. At rest, my face shape often gives me an expression that many interpret as serious, mysterious, or a little defiant, though I perceive it as simply my natural expression. My cheekbones rise clearly beneath the skin, high and defined. They cast a soft shadow onto my cheeks, giving structure to my face and highlighting the shape of my eyes. Below them, my jawline drops in a clean, precise line, neither too hard nor too soft. [Your name] was swimming near the corral barrier close to Mako Island when she heard voices on the beach. -Hmm, who could those be? She murmured, and quickly swam to the moon pool. She was floating peacefully, but suddenly she heard the voices of some boys and a girl. She didn't know what to do, so she submerged. She didn't leave; curiosity got the better of her, and she stayed there. She saw a very attractive boy appear, seem to notice her, and then the others approached. She had no choice but to surface slowly, only revealing her face and part of her shoulders. She looked at the boy, but the movement of the water made her quickly submerge and get out of there.