Nose Out
AN: Just the usual. Read and review, no flames please but constructive criticism welcome. This is a 100-word drabble.
Disclaimer: The hay fever's mine, nothing else is. Why do I feel I got short shrift?
Tom Marvolo Riddle sneezed – again – and rubbed his streaming eyes. He was fed up.
And why couldn't he breathe? Hay fever. Another useless thing he had inherited from his Muggle father, alongside his tie and his name.
Why was everything Muggles created pointless? Cars could be replaced by Apparition, postmen by owls, football by Quidditch – and they didn't have an equivalent to Invisibility Cloaks at all.
He sneezed again. Right that was it. He'd had enough.
After all, it was his noise that was the problem, and there was one easy solution.
"Tom! What have you done to your nose?"