“The pleasure is all mine.”
{ The answer to her question immediately formed in his mind, the urge to tell her the truth almost tempting him. However, his current job was merely temporary; knowing that once he was ready he would quit and flee the country, building and improving his magical abilities, immortality and army, becoming the most powerful, and darkest wizard of all time. }
“It is wonderful.” lied Riddle, internally scowling at his enthusiasm, “Mr Borgin is very kind, and the people I often meet are intriguing.” the wizard smiled, package safely tucked in his robe, “What about you? Do you enjoy working here? I must say, I have never seen you around before.”
"Er... if I'm to be honest with you— I have mixed feelings, really."
{ Sure, the pay was fine, and the job itself was easy... But it was all so dull. Only older witches and wizards set foot into the shop when it wasn't the beginning of the school year for Hogwarts students. Perhaps with Tom around, it wouldn't be so dreadfully boring. }
"Well, I've only been working here for a week or so, but this is my second time working in the front. Perhaps that would explain why we've never met." she leaned onto the counter, raising a brow at him. "I must confess that you're the only person who has ever stopped to chat to me. Everyone else wants to talk to my boss or stare at The Monster Book of Monsters."
