Tom M. Riddle

You would think that with the amount of pets that were given out for the holidays I would have a lot more to do. I'm beginning to wonder what people are feeding their pets. It doesn't seem like we sell much food for them. Hopefully you have them on healthy diets.

In other news, if I see one more of those annoying little hearts I will become severely angry.

[Private to Louis]

I'm waiting for you. Why have you not come?

[Private to Self]

I am Tom Riddle and I am nineteen years old. In my life before coming to Lockewood I had grand plans of ridding the world of muggles and all that they stand for. To show them how powerful us wizards can be. How powerful I can be.

But how is one to do that when they've been ripped from their very existance and shoved into a town full of mediocrity? Full of half-wits and no-wits and nervous twits? I am honestly disappointed with a large portion of this town. And to those who call themselves my faithful followers. How am I to believe that they are my faithful followers if they do nothing to prove this allegience?

I must call on my so-called children in an effort to examine them. And I must educate myself well on things I have yet to learn. How am I to do this here? I suppose I shall go to the bookstore.

It seems that no one wants anything to do with me these days. Lonely Tom Riddle, living with a boring and dull roomate named Remus Lupin. It's ridiculous how boring he is. Except when he brings that bloke over. Sirius Black?

Sirius Black. Would you like to have a spot of tea and conversation?

Tis the season to be jolly. Or so I hear. My shop is still a bit slow, however. I suppose no one wants a puppy for Christmas? That's sad.

I'm not sure about this secret Santa bit. I've never heard of one. I'm not sure they'd ever be able to give me what I really want.

( Private to Bellatrix )

[Private to Louis Weasley]

I would like to request a meeting with you. No foul play, I promise.

I would like to arrange a dinner of sorts for the people of Lockewood at my home. Seeing as most of the people in town avoid me based on my future self, I would like the chance to show you who I really am.

RSVP, please.

Private to Remus:

Do you know how to cook?

I have been working hard.

[Private to Bellatrix]

I have heard of your release. I would like to see you as soon as possible.

There is something wrong. This is not right. What is going on?

I didn't do this. I'm going to find out who did and kill them.

Dear Mister Lupin,

As my toaster has not been found or returned, I am prepared to retaliate once more. You won't know when or where or how, but I will get you back.


As for other news, I'm thinking of letting my hair grow long. So many men here seem to have long hair. What is everyones opinion?

I'm rather disturbed.

[Private to Salazar Slytherin]

There are some matters that I would like to discuss with you, Sir. Some matters I think you would be great in helping me with.

[Private to Bellatrix and Orion]

I have learned much about my future self. Are the two of you still loyal to my cause?

A muggle shop? You can't be serious! That is the last thing that we need around here! It was bad enough that it was infiltrating our other world. I am disgusted with Miss Rita Skeeter. I thought better of her.

Private to Self
Note to self. Learn how to use toaster.

Could it be possible that I have the quietest roomate in all of Lockewood? I think so. I hardly ever see him. Why do you think that is?

I think that I'm rather starting to enjoy it here. Yes. I think I do. Would anyone like to come out for tea with me? I'm buying.

It has come to my attention that rats and I don't really get along. I've been having problems with them biting me at work. I'm not one for cats, either. Cats tend to think they're smarter than me and obviously they're not.

Snakes. The snakes I'm doing fine with.

....Is it true that rats can carry diseases? Should I see a healer?

I don't take too kindly to someone transporting me and informing me that I'm going to have an all new life. I also don't take too kindly to blackmail, even if I have used it myself. Someone is going to pay for this.

( Not quite a Dark Lord )