Knights of Walpurgis

Who: Tom Riddle, the Knights of Walpurgis
What: The Knights meet
When: Friday, July 15th, 1955
Where: If I told you I'd have to kill you
Status: Incomplete, open

Tom's long fingers brushed absently along the carvings on the fireplace, waiting for the finally members to arrive and running over the night's objectives in his head. His eyes twitched towards those who were all ready present, chatting amicably and a ruful smirk grew on his lips. The gentleman's club; that's what these meetings had started out like. They were slowly but surely starting to shift towards Tom's true goals as the months passed. Their numbers were growing and Tom was becoming less of a central figure and more of a deity of sorts.

He let the smirk fade, turning to face his 'friends'. "Let us begin," he said, taking his seat.

Who: Eileen Prince & Open.
Where: London, Diagon Alley
When: May 13, 1955
Status: open/ongoing
Warnings: None.

( Lalalala )

Who: Tom Riddle
What: Watching a good old fashioned hanging
Where: Holloway Prison, London Borough of Islington
When: 13th July, 1955
Status: Complete
Warnings: A hanging is not pleasant.

She was quite the beauty, the papers hadn't lied, though her blood made her utterly unappealing. Tom eyes were trained on the girl as they marched her out, her face calm. The yard was silent save for the cries of the protesters outside and Toms lips curled into a half smirk as they slid the white bag over her head, fitting the noose round her neck.

A young girl started sobbing and Tom's gaze shifted to her slowly, as she clung to her mother. The girl's sister no doubt; she bore quite the resemblance. He flashed her a charming smile and for a moment her face slackened, sobbing stopping.

Then came the loud throng of the dead weight of a body pulling on the rope, and the sister screamed, Tom's face breaking into a full grin. It was a beautiful sight. The body, hanging like some sort of marionette, waiting to be brought back to life, swaying gently in a morbid dance of the dead.

They checked her to assure she was dead before clearing off. She was to hang for an hour, and slowly the people dispersed. His tongue traced along his teeth as he watched the mother lead the girl way, a predatory look in his eye. This is what comes of filth like you trying to mix with wizards. You'll all learn your place soon enough.

Silently, he slipped away from the wall, following after the young woman and her mother, a plan forming in his mind.