*Tom slipped out of the great oak doors and walked down the winding driveway. his black hair was, as usual, combed straight back. the air was a bit chilly and he wore long black pants and a Greenday concert tee. his feet carried him to a hill, where he stood looking over the tiny wizarding village. Hogsmeade. he'd been there before, of course, with his father. The Riddle family owned an old, out-of-the-way pub on the outskirts of the village. Before she died, Tom's mother used to take him there. they'd spend hours taste-testing the sweets in Honeydukes. He shook his head, as though to clear the memories from it, and began walking down the hill at a brisk pace. he wandered up the High Street, peeking in shop doors and windows. the village was crowded with students, locals, and families out on a day trip. after 15 minutes of wandering, his feet carried him to the Three Broomsticks. he walked into the crowded pub and took a seat at the bar.*
"can i have a butterbeer?" he requested, setting down a piece of gold.
*as he waited for his drink, Tom looked around. the pub was stuffed full of students, families, locals...it seemed as though the overflow from the High Street had been shoved in here. he, of course, saw no one he recognized. this place was still new to him, after all. the bartender looked vaguely familiar, but gave him no sign of recognition. his butterbeer was pushed across the counter and the piece of gold slipped into a pocket. Tom uncorked the bottle and took a long swig of it. he heard the chimes as the door opened and looked over at the entrance, wondering if anyone would come over to him.*
The Slytherin House (A Harry Potter Fan Guild)
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