Post by Evan Rosier on Jul 10, 2007 0:57:40 GMT
Evan, slowly walked along one side of the room seeing, but not really comprehending each of the trophies before him. So many hunks of metal that might have meant something at one time, but now were nothing more then a means to punish unruly students with keeping them clean.
He stopped in front of one though and silently contemplated it. This trophy was a few decades old, but then again so was it's owner. His father had told him about it. Mr. Riddle received it in 1942 for services to the school or some such rubbish.
Evan contained a derisive snort, but his face flickered with barely repressed disgust. His father has been in the Dark Lord's inner circle since the very beginning. Evan had been raised on the stories and tales of Voldemort since he was a child. To him Voldemort had always been larger then life.
He still was, Evan wasn't stupid enough not to fear him; but something had changed his loyalty a bit. The truth or disillusionment?
It didn't matter either way, his father had swore him to a Wizard's Oath and he'd take the information to the grave. Lord Voldemort the evilest wizard of their time had once been an orphan with nothing to his name; but a drive to become immortal and powerful.
'Could be one of those inspirational muggle movies. If you cut out the murder, rape, and atrocities he's committed.' A small, sardonic smile played on his lips as the morbid thought passed through his mind.
Evan turned and regarded the list of the Head Boys and Girls that had come and gone before them. 'I wonder how many of them are dead leaving only their names on this list?' In a strange way he envied Voldemort, he'd achieved immortality already, if only in history books.
He stopped in front of one though and silently contemplated it. This trophy was a few decades old, but then again so was it's owner. His father had told him about it. Mr. Riddle received it in 1942 for services to the school or some such rubbish.
Evan contained a derisive snort, but his face flickered with barely repressed disgust. His father has been in the Dark Lord's inner circle since the very beginning. Evan had been raised on the stories and tales of Voldemort since he was a child. To him Voldemort had always been larger then life.
He still was, Evan wasn't stupid enough not to fear him; but something had changed his loyalty a bit. The truth or disillusionment?
It didn't matter either way, his father had swore him to a Wizard's Oath and he'd take the information to the grave. Lord Voldemort the evilest wizard of their time had once been an orphan with nothing to his name; but a drive to become immortal and powerful.
'Could be one of those inspirational muggle movies. If you cut out the murder, rape, and atrocities he's committed.' A small, sardonic smile played on his lips as the morbid thought passed through his mind.
Evan turned and regarded the list of the Head Boys and Girls that had come and gone before them. 'I wonder how many of them are dead leaving only their names on this list?' In a strange way he envied Voldemort, he'd achieved immortality already, if only in history books.
