Tom M. Riddle (tommyriddles) wrote in lockewood, @ 2010-04-19 02:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | rowena ravenclaw, tom riddle |
Who: Tom and (Open)
When: Monday Morning.
What: Tea time.
Rating: TBD
Stifling a yawn behind his hand, Tom sat down at a bench outside of the bakery. He was nursing a warm cup of tea in his hands and scribbling things into a notebook he'd bought. The notebook was much more safe than the journals. People might break into his journal.
Tom scribbled out some plans and bits of curses he'd been reading about in case he wanted to remember them later, making a large chart of what each specific curse did. They weren't unforgiveables, but they'd have to do. At least for now.
His focus had become to scrambled and Tom found himself growing more and more frustrated as time went on. He was a nobody in Lockewood. And that had to change. It had to change fast. People in Lockewood would remember him. It didn't matter what he had to do. He was sure he could get people to bend at his will. He had done it before, hadn't he? His finger ran over the list of people he'd wrote down. Potentials, he liked to call them. They'd die for him if he needed them to. And that was okay with him.