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100 Innocent Drabbles About Tom Riddle by Regina -Sa13+ Divination "Come now, children. Come, gather around!" crowed the elderly woman with bird feathers in her hair and frog's eyes on her wrist. "Come! COME! The future waits for no one!" Tom stared at the woman sitting before the crystal ball, his brow raised and a most annoyed look on his face. He didn't understand how such a psychotic woman could become a Professor at Hogwarts. The again, the majority of the staff was a bit loony. He sighed and moved toward the last open cushion with the rest of the students. He could only hope she saw her own death. |
Care of Magical Creatures "If I have to dissect another bowtruckle, I'm going to attack someone," snarled a plump boy, Avery. Tom snickered and rolled up the cuff of his sleeves. "Disgusted by the stiff creatures? They're just bugs. Get over it." The bowtruckles heard this and rushed their box on the floor, charging at the stupid boys. Avery screamed at the sight of them. Tom blinked then laughed when Avery hopped onto the table, pulling his legs to his chest. Tom could have watched the scene all day, but Professor Hitchcock came in with a shriek, returning her beloved bowtruckles to their homes. |
Astronomy Why do the ridiculous Professors at this school forbid flying on the grounds? I could have been in the tower ages ago! It wasn't like Tom to complain, but walking up these confounded stairs every day was really trying his patience. He could have Apparated instead of flown, but oh no! Magic wasn't allowed to be used that way in school. He took in a deep breath, pausing three-fourths of the way there. It would be such a sight to see the professor flung from the tower. Maybe then the staff would reconsider flying indoors. Tom grinned at the image. |
Vex There weren't many imbeciles at Hogwarts anymore, and those there were stood clear of Tom, giving their brain cells a dull applaud. However, the ones that were completely out of their minds and couldn't state the difference between Slytherins and Gryffindors ... Those were the ones you looked out for. Just last year one of them learned exactly why Tom Riddles was a whispered name in the halls. The poor dear never saw it coming and Tom was in a superior mood. Everyone knew Tom didn't do nicknames. He went by Riddle or Tom. Poor Maggie thought he'd like Tommy. |
[ Author's Choice ] Love The Great Hall was covered from head to toe in red, white, pink hearts and little cherubs flying about with their pathetic, dingy arrows. Students sat beside one another, hand-in-hand, looking drunkenly into each other's eyes. Tom sat alone at the Slytherin table. Even his stupid goons were gone, flocking after annoying girls that giggled when they burped. How disgusting. This entire day was wretched. It was a complete waste of time. Tom could do so much to object; he'd stick to pretending the cherubs were on fire. If he tried anything else like last year, he'd be expelled. Depressing. |
Parseltongue "Run for your li-i-i-i-ives!" An odd woman appeared inside the castle, waving her arms crazily above her head. Her eyes were wide and white, much like her skin. Everyone in the halls eyed her, the same question in all of their minds: What in Merlin's beard was she on? The woman grabbed a student and shook them, screaming, "The snakes are loose! They're inside the castle!" Students flew every which way, screaming and running outside to get away from the castle. Some summoned their brooms and took flight. Tom gave a smug grin and held up a single finger. "Point." |
Hogwarts, A History Halloween had been over for three weeks now, but some people simply didn't get the message. Pranks were still being made. Why couldn't everyone get over it? Tom was tired of being woken late at night by screams from the girls' dormitory. Rodolphus and Wilkes were behind all the pranks, but no one did anything about it. Tom had reached his limit of annoyance. He grabbed a book from his nightstand and threw it at the goons, landing with a loud "THWACK!" "We've been hit!" cried Rodolphus. "By what?!" replied Wilkes. "A BOOK!" The book really did have a purpose. |
House Elves Riddle liked being able to leave his things one place at night and wake up hours later, seeing them exactly where he had left them, untouched. Having House Elves always at work aggravated him. He had left his homework right beside his bed, sure to see an ink blob in the center for tossing his quill when he was done, but he saw nothing. The House Elves had moved it. Lonnie was the elf assigned to his dorm. Riddle left a note on his pillow, a death certificate for the elf to sign. Hopefully he wasn't too daft to read. |
Herbology "If you'll look in front of you, you will find a small Fanged Geranium," chirped Herbology Professor Smeagly, white tuffs of hair sticking out of his cap. "Be careful! They ..." Tom tuned out the old man, twirling his wand. They were only to feed the plant, but where was the fun in that? Seeing Avery's attention on his gloves instead of his plant, Tom used a piece of wood to push the plant toward him. Avery screamed as it tried to bite him and Smeagly came running. And to think people said Tom never cracked a smile in school. |
Dictionary Three letters clunked down on the board. "Rid." It was the simplest word in Tom's hand that he was able to spell without having to spell two words. "That's not a word." Tom blinked. "Yes, it is." "No, it's not," Wilkes said snobbishly. Tom blinked once more then furrowed his brow. "Yes, it is," he spat out each word. "Look it up, then." Tom couldn't believe what he was hearing. Never had Wilkes questioned him or his words, but now he was doing both! It angered him. "Look it up yourself," he snarled then threw the dictionary at Wilkes' head. |
Pajamas As a tower somewhere in London struck midnight, a figure emerged from the staircase, encased in a bright red robe. It moved to the den with the fireplace, sitting down in the large chair before it. A snake wrapped around the chair then settled on the person's lap. It glanced up twice, the second much longer than the first and bobbed its head lightly, as if laughing. "Is red not my color, Nagini?" asked the cold voice of the Dark Lord, stroking his pet lightly. The snake shook its head, emitting a soft chuckle from its master. "I thought so." |
Kiss How Rodolphus convinced Riddle to go to the pub was beyond him. He didn't even know where his friend was, though he was last seen grabbing at a treacherous looking barmaid. A plump woman with bright red hair came up beside him with a second pint of firewhiskey. "You look like you could use another pint," she said, adding a wink onto her words. Riddle curled his lip in disgust as he realized the woman was hitting on him. Before she could sink the fangs hidden behind her lips into his own, he scooted three seats down, sneering at her. |
Chicken "Bwack! Bwack!" Avery and Wilkes clucked as they stomped in a circle, bobbing their feathered heads, their hands under their armpits, rotating their elbows. Rodolphus and Riddle stared at the two boys from their place by the tree. The wind picked up and a gust of leaves was sent at the two clucking boys. In that same moment a hippogriff emerged from forest and walked toward the life-sized birds. Avery and Wilkes froze, the blood draining from their faces. "Think they'll ever call us chickens again?" Rodolphus asked as the hippogriff pounced. "Doubt it." Riddle smiled cynically at his friend. |
Muggle Studies "Today we shall be discussing Charles Dickens' A Tale Of Two Cities. Now, can anyone tell me the last line of the book?" The whispers that plagued the classroom were silenced. The professor blinked and scratched his head for a few short moments. "'It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.'" It was Tom Riddle who answered with a sigh. "Well done! Quite right! How did you know?" Tom pointed to the board. "It's written down." "Oh." |
Transfiguration Snow fell from the sky in large clumps, forcing students to stay inside, snowed-in to the castle. Professors tried to make it seem like a good thing. "We're making scarves!" "We're making ... scarves?" repeated a student. Tom stared at the professor. Scarves? They'd just made bludgers in the last class. Now they were taking a step back to make scarves? As buttons were passed out, a loud commotion was made and the Professor rushed over. "What happened?!" she yelled. "He took my button," Third year Tom Riddle said, pointing his finger at the unconscious body lying on the floor. |
Charms A break had finally arrived in school. Riddle, Avery and Rodolphus gathered near the lake, having nothing better to do that hour. Avery was going through his aquatic creatures' book and Rodolphus was going through his memory to remember the spells they had had to do on their previous exams. He happened to remember his Charms exam from first year. Resting Riddle awoke to something moving across his chest. Without looking, he grabbed his wand. "Reducto!" Riddle opened his eyes slowly, brows furrowed. Rodolphus sat beside him, chunks of pineapple all over him. "My pineapple," he whined, holding a piece. |
Quidditch It was mandatory for students to fly their first year. So why, two years later, were they forced to do the same thing? Tom was already in a foul mood, waking up late. It didn't help that obnoxious Daniel Pidgworth had received a new broom and was showing off. Tom could have looked the other way, but that would been against his morals that afternoon. As they waited for everyone in the air, Tom flipped his broom around into Daniel's face, causing the lad to fall. "You should try out for the team," the instructor remarked later after scolding him. |
Ancient Runes Ease and tranquility fixed itself into Hogwarts for a day. In one of the rooms in the main hall, whispers could just barely be heard. Although an entire class was busy at work, just walking by you'd think the room was empty. "Ansuz means health," Avery debated with Rodolphus, who glowered at him. "Does not. It means now." "It doesn't mean either, you morons," Riddle said, his brow twitching as he continued writing. "Fehu means wealth and Ansuz means knowledge." The other two boys stared at each other. "Ohh." "I told you," Avery sniped to Rodolphus. Riddle groaned inwardly. Idiots. |
Potions "Remove the puffer-fish's eyes and toss them into the cauldron," Riddle directed, adjusting his gloves. Avery eyed the fish. He'd feared this potion all year long. He just knew something horrid would happen to him. Rodolphus sighed, already annoyed with his group. "Fine, I'll do it." He grabbed the knife and sliced the pucker fish in half, jabbing the knife into the eyes and shooting them into the cauldron. "Ta-da!" he said sarcastically. Avery went to make a remark back, but somehow tripped and landed face first in the cauldron, arms flailing. "I guess that means it works," Riddle quipped. |
Defense Against the Dark Arts Following the syllabus that hardly changed throughout the years for Hogwarts, students were learning about boggarts. They lined up, a line circling the room. Some students pushed and shoved, while others held their ground. As Avery and Rodolphus cleared a path, Tom walked after them, finding himself third in line. He had no desire to go first, to find out his fear, but being third would give him enough time to brace himself. When his turn came, a hooded figure emerged from the cabinet. What everyone thought to be a Dementer was in fact the mother of all dark creatures. |
Arithmancy After lunch every day was Arithmancy. It was a horrible way to digest, but numbers fascinated Riddle, so going to the class was not a complete waste. The professor was out so they had to calculate their number all over again, showing their work and writing a brief summary what it meant to them, simply to get credit. Tom wrote down his birth date and began adding each of the digits. He already knew he was a seven, but seeing the two and five add up just made him want to smile. Seven, indeed, was the most powerful magical number. |
History of Magic "It's trivia time!" The emotion in the Professor's voice forced Tom's lip to twitch. She was always so chipper, even when a student died before going to class thanks to the creatures in the lake. Tom questioned her sanity every time he saw her. "What century was Wendelin the Weird alive?" Harrison raised his hand. "Fourteenth." "Good. Good! Why did she get burned so many times at the stake?" "Because her head wasn't screwed on right," Rodolphus remarked under his breath, emitting a giggle from Avery and a smirk from Tom. The professor eyed them but continued with more questions. |
Room There had never been a field trip in the history of Hogwarts. It was safest to stay on the grounds; no muggles were around, but here they were, fifth years traveling along a river to visit some old hag in the mountains. Because they were in muggle land now, they weren't permitted to use magic, hence the walking. Tom had wanted to stay at the school, no desire to visit some old woman who meant nothing to him, but he didn't have a choice. "We'll be staying for three days. Don't worry, there'll be room for everyone!" chirped the Headmaster. |
Dragonhide Gloves The Death Eaters had been up for twenty hours, battling the metallic beast that refused to die, charging them, killing three with each attack. The Death Eaters had begun to retreat, newborn followers taking their place in the front. Still, they kept being slaughtered one by one. "Why is it still alive?" a hooded figure asked, no doubt the Dark Lord, adjusting his gloves. "She's feisty, my Lord, much more than we expected," apologized a short Death Eater. "She does not wish to die." The Dark Lord pulled out his wand. "No one does." A green light ended the chaos. |
Cauldron It had taken seven trips to Knockturn Alley and three visits to foreign places to find a cauldron big enough to satisfy Voldemort's desires. No one questioned why he needed such a grand one, afraid to find out. When it was delivered, no one touched it; boss's orders. He personally came down and got it, casting a magical lasso over it, trailing it behind him as he went back upstairs. They heard screaming later that night; screams of someone being tortured far beyond the Cruciatus Curse capabilities. Whatever the Dark Lord needed the cauldron for, it worked swell for him. |
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