[Tom is frustrated. The early morning finds him, as usual, stalking the dusty corridors of the city’s library, searching for something. Any questions as to what he is looking for thus far have been met with a snarl and a sneer]
I hate it here.
[He spits out the words out to the empty, silent space with all the ferocity that a sixteen year old adolescent can muster, and drops another armful of books onto one of the large tables. The dust that the weight of the tomes creates swirls around him for a moment, until he wafts at it.
This would simply not do. He was going to get out of here. Somewhere in this library there had to be a way. There had to be]
Third Person:
Getting out of the city had become something that was almost necessary for Tom Riddle. He’d taken to spending hours outside the city walls, exploring, seeing how far he could get before hunger and exhaustion pushed him back to the apartment that he’d taken to living in. He would never call it his home, but it had four walls and a comfortable bed, and it kept him clear of the various irritating people he’d managed to find in this place. His investigations through the hundreds of books in the library had thus far given him no insight into the nature of where he was being held, and he was becoming more agitated by the day.
He had been so close. So close. He knew where the Chamber was, the sacred, secret place beneath the castle built by Salazar Slytherin himself to house the means to cleanse the muggle-born from the school. Tom had found it, and now it seemed that it was forever out of his reach. It was enough to drive him to anger, and as he walked beside the lake he kicked a stone with enough force to send it skimming out over the water.
Tom was feeling more and more like a rat in a very elaborate trap. The longer he was stuck here, the more fervently he wanted to escape, and the more he came to realise that it was very unlikely that he’d be able to do so. Whoever was running this place, they were far more powerful than he… and it stuck in his throat to even think it.
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[Tom is frustrated. The early morning finds him, as usual, stalking the dusty corridors of the city’s library, searching for something. Any questions as to what he is looking for thus far have been met with a snarl and a sneer]
I hate it here.
[He spits out the words out to the empty, silent space with all the ferocity that a sixteen year old adolescent can muster, and drops another armful of books onto one of the large tables. The dust that the weight of the tomes creates swirls around him for a moment, until he wafts at it.
This would simply not do. He was going to get out of here. Somewhere in this library there had to be a way. There had to be]
Third Person:
Getting out of the city had become something that was almost necessary for Tom Riddle. He’d taken to spending hours outside the city walls, exploring, seeing how far he could get before hunger and exhaustion pushed him back to the apartment that he’d taken to living in. He would never call it his home, but it had four walls and a comfortable bed, and it kept him clear of the various irritating people he’d managed to find in this place. His investigations through the hundreds of books in the library had thus far given him no insight into the nature of where he was being held, and he was becoming more agitated by the day.
He had been so close. So close. He knew where the Chamber was, the sacred, secret place beneath the castle built by Salazar Slytherin himself to house the means to cleanse the muggle-born from the school. Tom had found it, and now it seemed that it was forever out of his reach. It was enough to drive him to anger, and as he walked beside the lake he kicked a stone with enough force to send it skimming out over the water.
Tom was feeling more and more like a rat in a very elaborate trap. The longer he was stuck here, the more fervently he wanted to escape, and the more he came to realise that it was very unlikely that he’d be able to do so. Whoever was running this place, they were far more powerful than he… and it stuck in his throat to even think it.