I am Lord Voldemort. (tmr) wrote in enemies_rpg, @ 2013-02-02 12:28:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | ! [1943-02] february, tom riddle |
WHO: Tom Riddle and his basilisk, alternatively called Mary ICly, Lance OOCly.
WHEN: 2 February 1943, very early morning.
WHERE: The Chamber of Secrets.
WHAT: Oh not much. Just unleashing some horror.
Just before dawn, Tom was lurking in the Chamber. He had spent much of the night contemplating his first move. Which mudblood to strike first. How to announce his intentions. Mudblood Black was the obvious choice. He was an irritant, and, Tom assumed, much disliked. But he thought, perhaps, that Montgomery stirred the pot too much, and was therefore preferable. Better to shut him up at the beginning. "You will find the mudblood Myles Montgomery and take care of him for me," Tom told the snake. "If you cannot find him, any mudblood will do." He had spent much of the week offering the snake items taken from various mudbloods throughout his time at Hogwarts, contrasted with purebloods and halfbloods, so that she would know their scent. She could, he thought, execute this command faithfully. "And do not be seen. It would not do to have it known what you are, with Dumbledore aware that I am a Parselmouth." Tom stroked between the basilisk's closed eyes, and she curled around him, bumping her nose against his shoulder. " Yesssss, masssster" For them, this was affection. As she slid away across the Chamber's cold, grimy floor, Tom flicked his wand. After she struck, words would now appear above the entrance to the Great Hall: red, menacing, and immovable. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE. |