Tom, despite himself, was actually quite pleased with his new look. His hair was now dyed a black, so intense it was almost blue (instead of his usual brownish-black), and spiked with the best magical hair gel money could buy. His nails, though painted, looked extremely intimidating, thanks to one of Sandling's charms that made them appear like claws. He was also given instructions to wear perfume-free talcum powder on his face, and was given cat-like red contact lenses to wear. In fact, thought Tom, everything about him now looked evil. There was still one problem though. He still didn't have a name.

Sandling had suggested a fair few, including 'Terrifying Tom', 'Mad Marvolo' and 'Wretched Riddle', but Tom, as you can imagine, turned his nose up at them all.

"I want something with a meaning," he said to Sandling. "Something evil, dark and scary too. . ."

"How about a thpoonerism?"

"What's that? Sounds like something you eat your breakfast with"

"It'th where you take the firtht letter of each word and thwap them round…so 'Tom Riddle' would be 'Rom Tiddle'"

"Rom Tiddle? No thanks," Tom replied.

"Well it doethn't have to be 'Tom Riddle' - you could try it with different nameth. Like…Dark Lord"

"Lark Dord…nope, this definitely is not going to work." Tom scowled and tapped his nails on the table.

"Then how about an anagram? An anagram of your name - that would have a meaning too. Let'th thee…Tom Marvolo Riddle….how about 'I am Mr Meldrotov'?"

"Bah. I don't think so," said Tom coldly. "I'd rather be called Riddlemaster." He threw Sandling an evil look.

"Wow!" said Sandling, sounding very pleased, "That look wath fantastic - I could almotht feel mythelf withering on the thpot!"

Tom grinned, and replied "I've been practising."

"How about a game of thcrabble?" asked Sandling, pulling out a large board from who-knows-where.

"Scrabble? Where you have to make words?"

"The very thame"

Sandling then proceeded to set up the game, spreading out all the letter tiles, face down. He then pulled a smaller box out of the original one and set it on the table. Tom frowned.

"What's that? I've never played Scrabble with one of those before."

"Ah," replied Sandling "but this is magical Scrabble. The rules are basically the same, but with a few extra surprises. Now, pick out ten tiles and place them onto the stand."

Tom did this and looked at the letters he had picked. He got L, A, M, D, I, R, O, E, V and T.

"So what's that for?" he asked, indicating the box on the table.

Sandling opened the box and pulled out a very small squirming creature. It was about the same size as Tom's thumb (A/N: hehe) and a brilliant shade of purple. It looked a bit like a pixie, but a lot smaller. Sandling seemed to be struggling, as he was only a bit bigger than the creature, so Tom took it off him and set it on the palm of his hand.

"That," said Sandling, after getting his breath back, "is a thcrabblett. They were bred ethpecially for the game, and thleep motht of the time. When a game is being played, they will help you think of wordth, and place the tileth on the board for you. They altho have the ability to duplicate letterth you already have, to give you an advantage. The perthon who hath the motht wordth at the end of the game winth. Thome letterth, however, can be uthed to gain more pointth if they are paired with other letterth. Thome of thethe include…"

But Tom wasn't paying attention. He looked down in astonishment as he saw four Scrabbletts climb out of the box and head towards his letters. They talked to each other in whispers, and seemed to be arguing about what letter to place where. One of them then started to duplicate some letters, by clicking it's fingers. Soon there was another M, another D, an extra R, two more O's and another T. They then picked a tile up each and walked towards the board. They spelled out (eventally), to Tom's surprise, 'TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE'.

Sandling finally stopped talking and looked towards the board.

"I don't believe thith!" he exclaimed. "You're meant to wait till we thtart playing!"

Tom stared as one of the Scrabblets shook his head and began rearranging the pieces. Soon he had spelled out 'I AM DRODELTMOROLV', and stepped back with an amused look playing across his features.

At this point, all four Scrabbletts began to argue. It seemed they all wanted to spell different words.

"Thtop it at once!" called out Sandling, now quite exasperated by the little creatures. "Back in your box! You have cauthed enough trouble for one day!"

The Scrabbletts dropped the tiles they were holding and trudged back into their box. Tom replaced the lid and breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't realised how much noise they'd been making; but they all fell silent now, going back to sleep.

Sandling was about to put the board back in the box, when Tom stopped him and pointed at the array of tiles.

"Look at what they spell!" he cried "It's perfect!"

Sandling looked down and read out the four words. "'I AM LORD VOLDEMORT'…Lord Voldemort?"

He paused for a moment, trying the name out in his head. Then he sighed and shook his head.

"Nah," he replied. "It'll never catch on."

End

A/N: What do you think? ;)

Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far! If you've read it, but not reviewed, then please do and tell me what you think of it! That's about all I have to say….except maybe read my poem about a young Remus Lupin becoming a werewolf - I'm pleased with how it turned out. Thanks!