Post by Tom Riddle on Jan 9, 2016 6:30:36 GMT
words: 571 . tag:@open . notes: anyone is welcome!
Ah. It was a nice day in September. The sun was up, though it was slowly setting due to the time of day, and there was just a slight breeze. It wasn’t too hot, it wasn’t too cold, it was perfect weather out today. And that is why Tom couldn’t just stay inside when he felt the cool air of the outside.
After all, he was feeling a bit stuffy anyways, getting set up for this year, teaching all day today, as one of the first days, and already feeling like he was going to get annoyed with some of his students, though others had some hope. Those others were the reason he taught. His mother had taught him that he would change the world, that even if it weren’t directly, that he could affect the minds of the young, and thus teach them what they needed to know to change the world. And well, he wanted that more than anything, though he’d prefer if it were directly, though not the way the time travelers would remember him changing the world. No, he wanted to change that fate, and it already seemed in motion, a new world, a happier world than the one his mother fought in.
In order to not waste this day, Tom had made his way from his office carrying his current entertainment book with him. He held his head up high and he walked through the crowd of kids and fellow adults, few of whom were able to challenge him intellectually as Sherlock Holmes would or a book on Ancient Runes. Of course, they were all just ignorant, and well, he wanted to educate everyone, but some were not interested and that didn’t make Tom a happy guy. Instead of dealing the stupidity of the vast majority of people at Hogwarts (and really in the world as well), Tom headed outside, taking in a nice deep breath before making his way away from the castle, along the bridge that connected Hogwarts to the grounds.
Reaching the end of the bridge, Tom took a seat by one of the giant rocks in the Stone Circle and opened his book to the page he had been on, charmed so he could open right to the page. As he read, his mind wandered slightly from the pages, to his work, to the time travelers, to Harry and Ron, to his mother again. When he looked down at the page again, he realized he was still on the same page. Perhaps this occurrence had affected him more than he thought, bringing back memories of his late mother, and the stories she told about some of those who had come to this time, heroes and villains alike. It was like a book coming to life right before his eyes and it was fantastic, but terrible at the same time… because that meant the terrible person he had become was real, and he might become that persons still, or that person could come back and haunt the world as he did in the future.
Tom continued to stare at the page while these thoughts raced through his head, not allowing him to just relax into this nice weather and mystery held in his hands. No, Tom worried about the future he could cause to be in ruin, and how disappointed that would make the woman who raised him, his mother, be in him.
After all, he was feeling a bit stuffy anyways, getting set up for this year, teaching all day today, as one of the first days, and already feeling like he was going to get annoyed with some of his students, though others had some hope. Those others were the reason he taught. His mother had taught him that he would change the world, that even if it weren’t directly, that he could affect the minds of the young, and thus teach them what they needed to know to change the world. And well, he wanted that more than anything, though he’d prefer if it were directly, though not the way the time travelers would remember him changing the world. No, he wanted to change that fate, and it already seemed in motion, a new world, a happier world than the one his mother fought in.
In order to not waste this day, Tom had made his way from his office carrying his current entertainment book with him. He held his head up high and he walked through the crowd of kids and fellow adults, few of whom were able to challenge him intellectually as Sherlock Holmes would or a book on Ancient Runes. Of course, they were all just ignorant, and well, he wanted to educate everyone, but some were not interested and that didn’t make Tom a happy guy. Instead of dealing the stupidity of the vast majority of people at Hogwarts (and really in the world as well), Tom headed outside, taking in a nice deep breath before making his way away from the castle, along the bridge that connected Hogwarts to the grounds.
Reaching the end of the bridge, Tom took a seat by one of the giant rocks in the Stone Circle and opened his book to the page he had been on, charmed so he could open right to the page. As he read, his mind wandered slightly from the pages, to his work, to the time travelers, to Harry and Ron, to his mother again. When he looked down at the page again, he realized he was still on the same page. Perhaps this occurrence had affected him more than he thought, bringing back memories of his late mother, and the stories she told about some of those who had come to this time, heroes and villains alike. It was like a book coming to life right before his eyes and it was fantastic, but terrible at the same time… because that meant the terrible person he had become was real, and he might become that persons still, or that person could come back and haunt the world as he did in the future.
Tom continued to stare at the page while these thoughts raced through his head, not allowing him to just relax into this nice weather and mystery held in his hands. No, Tom worried about the future he could cause to be in ruin, and how disappointed that would make the woman who raised him, his mother, be in him.