Characters: Tom Riddle, poking LilyLu but open Time/Date: 9 November 2023 Location: The battlements of Hogwarts Warnings/Rating: TBD Summary: Tom ponders many things. Status: Incomplete
Tom had been keeping a low profile since the attack on Hogsmeade. He'd felt it was prudent to do so given the looks he'd been receiving in the immediate aftermath. So he'd kept a low profile, gone to his classes, attended meals, kept quiet and if he'd been asked, he had sternly distanced himself from what had happened and condemned the actions of the Death Eaters.
Not that he'd actually agreed with what he was saying but it was easy enough to mouth the words while still being amused by what had happened. He had to admit that these followers of his had a certain amount of flair. They had caused such chaos. It had been highly entertaining watching the staff and students run around like headless chickens on the day and for some times afterwards.
He felt these days that if he'd stood up in the Great Hall and yelled, "Boo!" half of them would collapse and die of shock immediately. Of course it was quite likely that the other half would turn around and hex him severely which is why he hadn't tried it despite the amusement value it promised.
But right now he just wanted a little peace and quiet without wary and watchful or angry eyes on him so he'd retreated up to the battlements after classes. He was sure it would prompt whispers and talk but just a few minutes of peace would be appreciated right now.