Memories / Madness

There is no such thing as liberty. You only change one sort of domination for another. All we can do is to choose our master. I, Tom Marvolo Riddle, choose myself.

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Gaspard Ulliel

[fuckyeahdemonedits]

Gaspard Ulliel

(tried it without the tear duct covered - I think it works better for some pictures more than others)

[jungkookhoneybee]

voldemort is such a loser he’s the most feared wizard of all time and he can’t even kill one little boy 

[frommemorytomadness-blog]

well fuck you then

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35/∞ photos of Gasp(h)ard Ulliel

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So, erm, Ell and I are off to the cinema today to go see Wolverine, meaning we won’t really be online until about 5:45pm ish.

So that’s when replies shall come, hopefully.

[frommemorytomadness-blog]

@rxnweasley

Tom narrowed his eyes, recognition of the wizard flashing in them briefly, but not in a way that was obvious. The wizard was never obvious, unless he was so on purpose.

Lifting his glass of firewhiskey, he took a small sip, averting his gaze back to the tabletop in front of him.

[frommemorytomadness-blog]

@weasleybean

[neartmhar-deactivated20230222]

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Ginny didn’t blink either. She wasn’t about to let him think he had the upper hand in this situation. He looked away first when he picked up the bottle and she shrugged at his question. “Expensive enough. It’s not like I’m made of money, Riddle." Because she wasn’t. She made enough to live comfortable. She had enough to take care of her needs, but she didn’t really have a lot left over.

"Well maybe you should get a job then. Oh, wait. You can’t because you tried to kill most of the Wizarding population because you’re a bloody psychopath." 

[frommemorytomadness-blog]

"I have better things to do with my time," he replied, his tone rather bitter, it seemed. Then again, he was always bitter, so it was hardly a change. If he weren't speaking bitterly, he was certainly thinking it, his thoughts always tinged with that hint of perpetual malice, the cogs of his brains ticking in a different way to most others.

He elected to ignore the last part.

Without even needing to reach for his wand, with a couple moments of concentration, he conjured up another glass, and exact replica of the one in front of him.

Steadily, he'd grown during those months. Again. It had been a relief, to say the least.

"Join me," he said, the wine bottle rising from the table, pouring some of its contents into the new glass.

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Gaspard Ulliel

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@courageous--mary

He was being watched.

He’d never liked that. Never been able to stomach the idea of someone’s eye scanning over him, looking a little too closely, as if they were capable of seeing what he had to hide. They weren’t. Of course they weren’t.

Still, that didn’t make him any more comfortable.

Sliding the book back into its shelf, he licked his top lip, before turning his head.

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Mary hadn’t necessarily been watching him - it was the book he was holding. She only hoped he wouldn’t pick it, as she’d been eyeing that thing since she’d gotten in, and it was the only copy. When he turned around, she didn’t move her gaze. 

Instead, she offered him a slight smile. She wasn’t much, really - skinny, with a mess of blonde hair. However, books were where she was most comfortable. 

"Hey." 

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He'd read it before, but still, the chance to do so again was appealing. Unlike many, that book had actually taught, rather than reminded, the young wizard.

Also, a witch having the same knowledge as he did wasn't appealing. Let it be known that he was, indeed, the jealous type, and particularly territorial when it came to knowledge.

His finger still rested on the spine, gently stroking the binding.

"Hello. Can I help you?"

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He was to be having words with Mulciber later, he knew as he wrinkled his nose at the sight of his fingers. Nor would he ever again stand next to him in potions.

It was rare that he was ever in the hospital wing, a place he detested the very…

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Smiling indulgently, Poppy said, “Perhaps I’ll just have a word with Horace about putting him in Remedial, then."

She tsked as she inspected his burns. “I hope you didn’t have any plans for this hand tonight, though, or tomorrow."

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Tom nodded at that, sighing slightly. The act, he had too say, was all too wonderful. It always had been. “Unfortunately, I have to admit that would possibly be the best option."

Sucking in a sharp breath, he pressed his lips together - lying pointlessly to a member of staff? For the important things, of course, but when he could so easily be found out, why take the risk?

"I was actually hoping to attend the duelling club."

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Poppy shook her head sympathetically. “It won’t be healed in time for that, I’m afraid."

Then an idea struck her. “If what I’ve heard from my wife is true, though, you won’t mind a challenge." Smiling, she suggested, “You could learn to use your left hand just as well, this way. It would make you a formidable duellist one day."

[frommemorytomadness-blog]

Tom arched a brow at that - it was no secret that he liked being challenged academically. Wanted to know everything, so much more than his peers, and had always done so.

Why hadn’t he ever considered it before? To be able to use one’s wand, whatever the circumstance.

"What a wonderful idea," he stated, blinking. “It can’t be too difficult, I’m sure."

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He was to be having words with Mulciber later, he knew as he wrinkled his nose at the sight of his fingers. Nor would he ever again stand next to him in potions.

It was rare that he was ever in the hospital wing, a place he detested the very…

[matronofhogwarts-deactivated201]

Smiling indulgently, Poppy said, “Perhaps I’ll just have a word with Horace about putting him in Remedial, then."

She tsked as she inspected his burns. “I hope you didn’t have any plans for this hand tonight, though, or tomorrow."

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Tom nodded at that, sighing slightly. The act, he had too say, was all too wonderful. It always had been. "Unfortunately, I have to admit that would possibly be the best option."

Sucking in a sharp breath, he pressed his lips together - lying pointlessly to a member of staff? For the important things, of course, but when he could so easily be found out, why take the risk?

"I was actually hoping to attend the duelling club."

[frommemorytomadness-blog]

@matronofhogwarts

He was to be having words with Mulciber later, he knew as he wrinkled his nose at the sight of his fingers. Nor would he ever again stand next to him in potions.

It was rare that he was ever in the hospital wing, a place he detested the very air of. It hung, stale and heavy, the scent of magic covering up odours far worse clinging to the fabrics of the curtains surrounding the beds, and the linen bed sheets themselves.

"Not much damage done, I hope?"

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Poppy looked up at the boy who would one day become a murderous man with a smile, blissfully unaware of his future.

And even if she had known, she probably wouldn’t have treated him any differently.

"No," she said kindly, shaking her head. “Just a second degree burn. Nothing a quick salve can’t fix." She chuckled. “Although I would suggest finding a different lab partner. It seems Mister Mulciber has put someone in the Wing every term since he started here."

[frommemorytomadness-blog]

Smiling back politely, because that's what people did, he continued sitting on the side of one of the beds, back straight, cradling the ill-fated hand on his lap.

No - it wasn't the pain that bothered him. There wasn't all that much of it, to be perfectly honest. It was the fact that it was his right hand, his wand-hand, and it simply wouldn't do to miss later's duelling club because of a burn. Then again, he wouldn't have been here had Slughorn not insisted upon it.

"I wouldn't want to inflict him onto another poor, unsuspecting pupil," he 'joked', giving a slightly wry smirk.

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@weasleybean

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Ginny watched his every movement. She wasn’t exactly…afraid…of him. Not at all. She just didn’t trust him. She knew better than anyone just what he was capable of. On the other hand, she knew she held a slight bit of power over him as well. He’d just never admit it. 

"Tom, Tom,  Tom. We both know you always make your back here eventually. I never know exactly when, but you make your way back here. So, yes, next time."  

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, “We aren’t friends. We’re…complicated, and you owe more for the cost of that wine." 

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Finally, he looked at her, right in the eye, and this eyecontact lasted. Not blinking, he picked up the bottle that stood beside his glass on the table, and finally pulling his gaze away from the woman's, he cocked his head to the side.

"Expensive, was it?" he asked, though he was highly doubtful. It wasn't the nicest he'd had, not by a long shot.

Inspecting the label, turning the bottle over in his hands, he shook his head slowly.

"You know as well as I that money is the last thing I can spare."

He never had been a rich man, but money had long since stopped being important to him.

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@matronofhogwarts

He was to be having words with Mulciber later, he knew as he wrinkled his nose at the sight of his fingers. Nor would he ever again stand next to him in potions.

It was rare that he was ever in the hospital wing, a place he detested the very air of. It hung, stale and heavy, the scent of magic covering up odours far worse clinging to the fabrics of the curtains surrounding the beds, and the linen bed sheets themselves.

"Not much damage done, I hope?"