Inventive [ Active ] Who: Kokera (uroboros) and Riddle (riddle_me_this) What: Meeting. When: Noonish. Where: Library. Warnings: ... Who knows.
Just curiousity; that was all it honestly was, despite any actions or speech he'd made to show different. Curiousity like one would have when passing a talking parrot in the pet store - a person would stop, maybe look around and admire (well, never admire: these were just animals) but the second they saw the price tag, they'd leave. It was the same principal, with less of an actual price and more of a mistrustful factor. Sure, these were seemingly more sophisticated muggles than he was used to, but they still were just that- and he'd never openly state it here, where there was no place to hide and no person to blame, but...
... A lie on every piece of paper. The journals were horrible things; he couldn't tell out-right if he was being lied to, and it was so much like before he wanted it gone. Riddle was more of face-to-face person (relatively speaking), anyway.
That didn't mean he'd take chances, though. As a Slytherin, it was his duty not to be too underestimating, even with these bumbling animals. A parrot could mimic something that could ruin a business; who knew what damage a muggle could do? Wandless magic wasn't all it was cracked up to be, even if he was confident in it. -- But that didn't matter. What did matter was the fact Tom got to the library, stopping at the large doors to glance back down the hallway for a moment before heading in.
What were they going to do? Who knew. The library was so much like a shelved common room that if Tom had been the reminiscing type, he'd have felt a bit home-sick at the implication this could be plain... doing nothing. But he was always doing something, so neither the memories of Hogwarts or what should have been normal, but wasn't, crossed his mind.