She Lives in Daydreams With Me - Tom Riddle

Chapter Three

1st December 1949

Why I come to the same shop everyday to watch this woman, I could not tell you. This ordinary muggle girl simply fascinates me. I ensure she gets home safe every night once she has finished work, I watch her play with different materials through her window and I find myself infatuated by her. A mere muggle girl. While I'm at work I find myself thinking about scenarios of us finally meeting, her adoring my presence. Oh how pleasant it would be to have a little muggle woman bow at the greatness of me. Completely enamoured by such a powerful man that would one day rid the world of grotesque muggle borns yet I would have the control of who lived and who dies. 

I choose her to live. 

Tom was not working today and yet again found himself by the same window of the same coffee shop. He had gone through three cups of coffee as he wrote in his journal about the woman across the street. He would write about how many customers went into the shop, how long they would speak for, whether or not the girl looked happy and all down to how she looked when she drew in her sketch book. It was coming up to quarter to three and Tom had finished writing his summary of the interaction with an old woman who had just left the woman's shop when someone spoke to him. 

"You should just go and speak to her mate, she's a very nice girl". 

Tom's head had never moved so fast, and almost got whiplash from looking to see who had spoken to him. It was the man who owned the shop and served him drinks daily. Tom raised his eyebrow at the man who invited himself to take a seat beside him. 

"I know you like her mate, why don't you go and see if she wants a hand with the Christmas decorations?" The man suggested.

Tom peered over to the shop on the other side of the road and saw her climbing up the ladder and trying to hang tinsel but the effort was poor and she kept dropping it. The man next to Tom sighed and stood up once he realised Tom wouldn't speak. 

"It's never going to happen if you just watch her from this bloody cafe everyday!" he grumbled and walked back to serve customers. 

Tom frowned and rubbed his temples in annoyance. He was caught out for one and for two, the man was right. He grabbed his coat and left the shop and pulled a cigarette out as he walked over to the other side of the road. 

Just as he reached the woman, she completely dropped the decorations on the floor but before they hit, Tom caught them.

 "Little early for decorations, don't you think?"