In the orphanage, Sundays would be spent dressed up in the cleanest clothes you owned and in the local church.
Missy had lots of memories from the church. Especially Priest Piotr, Missy remembered him very clearly.
But the orphanage was an old home now, and as Missy woke up in the warm sun, she dressed up still- making sure everything is perfect.
Missy liked to dress up, since she was a little girl. She would love to put on sparkly dresses and order everyone around like a princess. Even if she had turned into a whore over the years, she still remembered all the mannerisms she was taught at the orphanage.
And today was a special day, because today she would meet up with a new boy at Hogsmaede.
Missy remembered when she was younger, after church finally ended, she would stay back. While the rest of the orphanage went back home, she would hide behind- sitting on a bench in the Virgin Mary garden. It was filled with pretty roses and had a beautiful fountain.
There, she would meet a boy named Alan Ross. He was handsome, and perfect for Missy. They would meet in the Virgin Mary garden, and do sinful things behind the rose bushes. He wasn't the only one.
Missy was still a whore. And as she sat down in the chair next to her new boy at the place they met up, she made sure her lipstick was perfect. And as they sat in the pub, the boy ordering drinks for the both of them,
He dragged his hand against Missy's short skirt- dragging his hand under.
And Missy let him. Because she was a whore, and she knew it. She liked it.
So Missy and her new boy sat at the table, doing sinful things to eachother.
But what they didn't know, is that Tom Riddle had walked into the pub. He had chosen a seat and a drink, opening his book and a journal. And as Tom observed the people around him, he observed how the boy had his hands up Missy's skirt.
He observed how her lips opened.
He observed how her eyes fluttered.
And for a split second, Missy and Tom both felt there stomach flip.
Missy's flipped because of the pleasure, but Tom's flipped because of his jealousy.
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Dark souls
Fanfiction《TOM RIDDLE》 "There are only two forces that unite men- fear and power."