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LORD VOLDEMORT
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tom's eyes darkened at the boy's words. what did he mean, 'i'm tired'? he would not warn him again after this.
"the world does not care for your fatigue. the enemy doesn't care for your exhaustion. they will see this weakness and take that moment to strike.
now cast the spell
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smoke billowing out from between his lips, he stared down the picture of the boy. there had always been conniving little twats in that school, but this one seemed to be more of a nuisance than the rest.
the dark lord put the picture in his ashtray before placing the butt of
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where had he seen that boy before? he seemed so eerily familiar, but tom couldn't put his finger on it.
the dark lord didn't visit hogsmeade often due to its proximity to the school. sometimes, a visit was necessary for business and recruitment.
fingers tapping along the
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window sill, his eyes bore into the boy's head. leaning over to one of his companions, he politely requested he get the student and bring him up to the meeting room.
he needed to have a little chat. . . and potentially commit a crime.
visiting malfoy manner was never an odd thing for riddle to do; abraxas was an old friend, after all. as such, he was always keen to hear more about how lucius was doing. where his studies were taking him, his future aspirations. . .
how he'll become more useful to the dark
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