Tom Riddle strides through the corridors as confidently as
one can who is in their pyjamas, heading towards the
library. Not worrying that someone would see him, he
walks in the open with no protection, taking it for granted
he wouldn't be noticed. And he isn't, amazingly.
He reaches a room that is now familiar to him, and gently
turns the doorknob to reveal a mirror.
"Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on woshi" he whispers,
relishing the hidden meaning.
A few minutes pass before he actually steps into the
mirror's watchful eye. He closes his, getting ready for the
sight.
And opens them to see a family. He will never have one, he
realizes.
So a new picture is shown.
one can who is in their pyjamas, heading towards the
library. Not worrying that someone would see him, he
walks in the open with no protection, taking it for granted
he wouldn't be noticed. And he isn't, amazingly.
He reaches a room that is now familiar to him, and gently
turns the doorknob to reveal a mirror.
"Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on woshi" he whispers,
relishing the hidden meaning.
A few minutes pass before he actually steps into the
mirror's watchful eye. He closes his, getting ready for the
sight.
And opens them to see a family. He will never have one, he
realizes.
So a new picture is shown.
