Author's Notes: Exactly 100 words. Something I came up while researching the Horcruxes.
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"There's nothing wrong about wanting to be a little princess now, Malfoy." Tom chuckled, amused. He brought his tea cup up to his lips, taking a sip of the sugarless substance and making an effort to extend his pinky in a fanciful way. Suddenly, Hermione could imagine him wearing the diadem, the esthetically pleasing crown sitting upon his head with simplicity. As if it belonged there, and wasn't out of place.
Abraxas shivered, the idea totally absurd. "I regrettably detest asking you, Riddle.
Hermione looked at him with silence, wondering if he could look better in a more appropriate piece.