Sugar Mummy (2)

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Tom Riddle Era (1943)

Y/N Y/LN

I got up early the next morning, got ready and collected all of Tom's gifts, plus the contract. I then took a car back to Wool's orphanage. The ever irritable Mrs Cole led the way inside. After announcing to Tom that I had arrived, she let me go up to his room. I knocked on Tom's door to be polite, and only entered when he said I could.

Tom Marvolo Riddle

I woke up on my birthday, treating it like any other day. It did start like that, so when the wretched Mrs Cole told me I had a visitor, I was shocked. Two minutes later, the person came up and knocked on my door. Why would they knock when the matron had already permitted them?

"Enter!" I called out, and then they walked in. Or rather, she walked in. Y/N L/N. I scanned her head to toe, then spotted all the gifts in her hands. Are those-? "Happy birthday, Tom!" She exclaimed, interrupting my train of thought, but proving those gifts were for me. I just looked at her blankly, perhaps I showed mild shock, because she smiled widely.

"I don't know how your birthdays have been in this shithole so far, but this year darling, I have plans for you" She grinned, causing me to become intrigued."Plans? What plans?" I ask, cautiously. "It's a surprise" She grins again before adding "but you can open these gifts now, if you'd like?"

"I would" I answer firmly. I hate surprises, but something tells me to stay quiet and let this play out. She lays a pile of gifts in front of me, then sits back to watch me open them. I pick up the largest one first, and it is a thick, coat, lined with fur. I analysed it for a few moments, before sliding it on.

It fit perfectly. "How did you know my size?" I ask. "I just took a guess based off your height, and body shape" she shrugs nonchalantly. "Oh" I mutter, then remember manners. "Thank you" I tell her, and she smiles. "No worries."

I grab the next gift, this one much smaller to find a black, leather bound diary. My name is written up the spine in gold. I flick through the diary, the smell of a brand new book, something I find enjoyable.

I then grab another large gift and unwrap it to find a pair of trousers, and a dress shirt. Both are in the darkest shade of black I've ever seen. "That's for you to wear today" Y/n tells me.

"Why, where are we going?" I ask, hoping she'll tell me. "Out" she answers evasively, making me roll my eyes and grab the next present. This one ends up being a book series titled 'Magic of all kinds.' The books covered so many types that were forbidden at Hogwarts.

My eyes lit up at the sight of the books and she chuckles. "You'd be even more impressed if you saw the library at my place" she comments. "You have a library in your house?" I ask incredulously.

"Yes, it spans the top floor of my house" she smirks, making my eyes widen even more. Wow! The rest of the gifts are a watch, some silver rings, a pair of smart shoes, cologne, new robes, and an advanced potions kit.

I thank her for all of her gifts, and she smiles. She then ushers me to go and change into the outfit she'd bought, and use the watch and rings to accessorise. I sighed, but agreed, and she stepped out of the room allowing me to change. It was still cold outside, so I put my coat on also.

Once I was done, she handed me a bag to store the rest of my gifts, then led me downstairs and out the orphanage. We got in her car and then she drove us all the way to a cafe for breakfast. I'd never admit it aloud, but the place was beautiful, and cosy.

We found a table, and sat down, removing our coats. "Order anything Tom, my treat" she smiles, and I glance down at the menu looking at all the things I could get. I settle on a full English breakfast, whilst she gets fluffy pancakes with strawberries and cream.

We talk for a while, until the food comes, then eat mostly in silence. She also orders a cappuccino each for both of us, which comes very soon after. Once we're done, she rummages through her bag, then pulls out some papers, and puts them on the table. She slides them towards me, and the words at the top leave me shocked. It's an adoption form.

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