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The plaster was peeling from the ceiling where, over the years, a water mark had spread and discolored to a dark yellowed brown. When it rained it dripped onto his bed and made everything smell of mildew. It was in these moments, the mundane and absolutely mind numbing weeks he spent at Wools, that he wished he were at Hogwarts again. Everything was better there. Everything was magic. He was the only one with magic at the orphanage. Worse, he wasn't allowed to use magic outside of school.

He picked himself up with a sigh. He had heard the kids playing in the small patch of grass just outside his window. They had caught an animal in the brush. They were being too loud. He straightened his clothes. They knew better than to make so much noise where he could hear them.

He was always having to teach them the same lesson over and over.

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Honestly the sheer drama of Tom Riddle and his You-Know-Who nonsense...bitch changes his name to the tackiest french nonsense he can conceive of. and then doesn't even let people use it. What was the point Tom? What was the fucking point?

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Add ‘getting roasted’ to Tom’s list of kinks.

Based on this original post by @incorrecttomarryquotes

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I saw this beautiful image on pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/745416175800198591/

I couldn’t help but think it looked like Tom, so I had to paint it.

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Lord Voldemort: *watches willy Wonka and the chocolate factory*

-Augustus Gloop gets sent to the fudge room

Lord Voldemort: this man is dastardly

-Violet turns into a blueberry about to explode

Lord Voldemort: absolutely evil

-Mike turns into a million particles

Lord Voldemort: genius! Art!

- veruca gets dumped down the garbage chute

Lord Voldemort: yes! Burn her alive!

-willy Wonka gives Charlie the factory

Lord Voldmort: how kicks chair fucking flips table stupid! blows up tv

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All the Death Eaters be offering their sisters, cousins, and daughters to Lord V for marriage to produce a dark heir, and all the while Tom Boy is just like "....ew"

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ginny: yeah mum doesn't let us swear in the house

ginny: but the garden isn't the house

ginny: FUCK YOU GNOMES

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Tom: I have so many ideas!

Hermione: do any of them not involve murder?

Tom: Of course not! Hermione, really, stop being absurd.

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If you don't think Lord Voldy was railing fat lines of coke in the 70s....well do I have some news for you.

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"When he calls, you answer. This is your duty. This is servitude. Through your submission you shall achieve glory greater than yourself and shall bask in the beauty of the new world"

Death Eater Manual 1975, pg 13

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More likely he was so accustomed to people trying to killing him and calling him over that he was taken back, thrown off, by the fact that he was being asked anything personal about himself. Or whatever...

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too many fuckn degrees outside

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Tom: I want you to listen very carefully...

Harry: Lalalalalalalala

Tom: what are y-

Harry: lalalalalalalalala

Tom: please s-

Harry: lalalalalalala

Tom: JUST DO THE DISHES ALREADY

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Beautifully accurate

Charlie Weasley

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I woke to a silver moon glowering down at me from its velvety black backdrop. She dared me to leave my small hutch and enter her realm of midnight shadows. She beconed to me, a siren song of magical light that cascaded across the forest floor.

I knew it wasn’t time though. I searched for my salvation among the ancient trees, but if I were to venture out to soon I would meet my destruction.

“Not tonight you temptress, not tonight.”

The wails of the wind through swaying branches told me of the moons displeasure. Not often did a man avert himself from her, and her rage was great like the sea as the wind crashed like waves against a rocky cliff. It was deafening after so much peace.

I would not leave the safety of my shelter, no matter her love making nor temper. In two days I would face the moon for an elixir of eternal life. In the beams of full lunar light a fountain trickled like quicksilver from the trunk of an ancient oak. Unicorns drank from this fountain after shedding their first horn, and it granted them their longevity. No man had ever drank from the fountain of youth, because no man had ever found it.

I found it.

I, Tom Marvolo Riddle, would cheat death.

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