Who: Tom Riddle and OTA What: being evil (of course) When: Wednesday afternoon Where: Atlantis Theme Park Rating: Medium, mention of violence and murder
Tom Marvolo Riddle was a loner. Nothing was wrong with him on the surface; actually, he was quite charismatic, but he chose to be alone. He had never cared for the other kids his age at the orphanage, and he hadn’t wanted to get too close to anyone at Hogwarts, although he was nicer to the other magical kids when he wanted to be. He had more tolerance for them than the Muggles. Still, he thought of no one as his equal. Being placed here, on this island, was one of his worst nightmares. Muggles everywhere. He had to make some friends, or pretend to, with those from the Wizarding World, so at least perhaps he could move in with some honorable Purebloods. Tom found himself repulsed by some of the things in his apartment, knowing that Muggles had touched them. He didn’t want to use the computer or phone he had been given, but they were his only connection to the others at the moment. So he continued to live in shame and misery, hoping to eventually charm one of his Pureblood acquaintances into allying with him.
The mysterious, sudden placement on this island, despite the infestation of Muggles, was not enough to distract Tom from his purpose right now. He had a plan, and he was merely waiting to put it into action.
Tom sat off to the side, out of direct sight, outside the gates of the Theme Park, turning a small object in a black velvet bag over in his long, pale fingers. His hands seemed even whiter in contrast to the dark color of the fabric. Inside the bag was Rowena Ravenclaw’s Diadem. He carried it with him at all times ever since finding it. It had been all too easy to trick the Grey Lady into revealing its location to him. It was not a Horcrux yet, but he intended for it to be. A murder still needed to occur for that to happen. That was why Tom watched just outside the Theme Park, where he knew he would see a lot of people. Here, perhaps he could choose his victim. It did not need to be anybody special, although Tom did find some satisfaction in killing an important person. Someone symbolic. It made him feel as though his Horcrux would be stronger, even though that was not necessarily the case. Still, Tom loved killing in general. He found a god-like power in being able to end a life. To decide when and exactly how someone would leave this world and vanish into nothing. It was deeply satisfying.
He reached into the bag and fingered the Diadem, almost lovingly. He did enjoy his trophies. And soon this would be much more than a trophy.