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The Hospital Wing, white, clean, and scented with fresh linens and morning air, was nearly empty. It was a peaceful scene, the soft breeze blowing at the white, floor-sweeping curtains, the pale light twinkling on the shiny marble tiles.

A voice rang out, disturbing the halcyon atmosphere.

“Why are you still here?”

“I haven’t got anything better to do,” T. M. Riddle pointed out, a large grimoire propped open in his hands, and balanced precariously on his foot, which was crossed over his knee. His plain black robes gave him a scholarly air, accentuated by his habit of irritatedly pushing away the obsidian lock of hair that kept falling into his pale face and distracting him from his reading.

Ruby Potter turned her head, and glared. If she could, she would have made a rude hand gesture, but her fingers were still sore from the burns, peeling and flaking. Most disturbingly, the flesh there was turning crimson, as if her hands had been permanently stained.

“I wish,” she said, to no one in particular, “that you would go away.”

To tell the truth, she was sick of seeing his face in her dreams. They were not nice dreams, although Ruby thought it might be even more unsettling if they were.

“Life isn’t about getting what you want,” Tee responded almost instantly. “To answer your first question:  I’ve been in that room all year and I’m tired of it, I can’t read in the library, because Remus Lupin’s glowering and passive-aggressive shelf-stocking is distracting, I don’t fancy the dungeons, and the Hospital Wing has the best light.”

He clicked his tongue, his face a mask of displeasure. “Satisfied?”

Both looked up as the door to the Hospital Wing swung open, two sets of footsteps ringing out across the floor. The first set belonged to a tall, elderly wizard in bright purple robes patterned all over with constellations, with a pair of half-moon spectacles perched on his long, crooked nose. The second also belonged to a bespectacled wizard, this one with hair that stuck out at all angles; notably, his school robes were too short for him and needed to be let out, since he had recently grown quite considerably.

“I hope Harry and I are not interrupting?” called Albus Dumbledore, his serene voice seeming to float in the air. 

Tee had grown even paler. He shut his book with a loud snap, sending up a visible plume of dust, and scrambled to his feet.

“Of course not. I was just leaving.”

Dumbledore laid a hand on Tee’s shoulder, causing him to flinch. “Do stay, Tom. I wished to speak to you as well.”

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

lily evans would have made sure harry's last name was hyphenated. gimme that harry evans-potter RIGHT NOW.

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No matter the situation, Tom Riddle always manages to be headache-inducing. Harry decides it's got to be more than a coincidence. But that's an insane theory... right? [AO3|FFN]

[Originally written for QLFC, prompt: "It's just every time I look at her I get these pains in my chest, and I know it's her fault, that b***!"]

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I love when people characterise Albus as the angry angsty 14 year old he is. That boy is going through puberty. He is battling acne and bullys and an overbearing dad who means well, but Albus has too many emotions to realise that.

Because like... Albus feels things 10x stronger than other people. He can't just "get over" something the way Harry might be able to. It's why he so easily holds grudges. It's ALSO why he finds it so hard to trust people, because he's forced himself into this pessimistic view that everyone is judging him or just sees him as his dad, which means he usually just gets gut feelings about people and sticks to that version of them he has built in his head. And the fact that Albus is DISGUSTED by the idea of people actually perceiving him doesn't help

I really struggle to see Tom Riddle as some sort of suave flirt. I mean, we witness the extent of his charms in his conversation with Hepzibah and...

Weirdly, I remembered this scene as some sort of smooth seduction but this boy is just being polite lol. If Hepzibah wants to read into it more then that's her prerogative.