'Hey Tom.'
'Hello, Petunia.'
'You know I don't like my full name. Plus, Pete is shorter to write.'
'Petunia, my darling. I enjoy the use of full names, there is a certain power that comes with the usage of a persons entire name.'
'Whatever, you do you. Any who, today I went down to watch Harry's Quidditch practice session with Ron and Hermione but by the time we made it the Slytherin team was already there! They were trying to say for some bologna reason they needed that time specifically to train their new seeker, who of course is little Draco Malfoy. So Hermione calls him out on being an annoying weasel with no talent and he called her a mudblood! Can you believe he would say something like that?'
'No, how horrendous. Did you get him back for saying such a slur?'
'I personally didn't, but Ron tried to curse him. Didn't work out so well for him and he's been spitting up slugs since.'
'Poor boy, all he was trying to do was protect that poor muggle born.'
'Exactly! Well, I should sleep now. I'll talk to you later Riddle.'
'Goodnight, sweet dreams Petunia.'
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'Tom, my man.'
'Greetings, Petunia.'
'So today was fairly normal, Hermione continuously gushed over Lockhart all day. But I spent lunch with Brandy and December and we raided the kitchens for sweets before playing some more twenty questions. Did you know Brandy is an only child?'
'I did not know that, seeing as I am just a diary you happened upon. You seem surprised that she is an only child, but from how you've described her it seems she is quiet, and reserved with a hatred of rules which is the textbook definition of an only child in a strict household.'
'Well not everyones a genius like you, Tommy. Plus, I grew up in a wild household of eight and I have a secret famous brother I didn't know about! So being the only kid is foreign to me.'
'I was raised in an orphanage. Living a childhood without others seems a strange thought to myself as well.'
'I didn't know you were an orphan.'
'Yes, my mother gave birth to me there and died shortly afterwards. Tragic, but true as life usually is.'
'Wow, I'm so sorry. Now me complaining about my family feels like a cruel taunt to you.'
'Innocent Petunia, I have faced far worse than taunts about my family.'
'Yeah I guess.'
'Goodnight, Petunia.'
'How'd you know I was tired?'
'Your penmanship gets sloppy when you tire.'
'Right. Night Riddle.'
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'Harry just got all of us invited to a death day party on Halloween.'
'Well isn't that exciting!'
'No! I'll be missing out on the Halloween feast and Dumbledore's dancing skeletons tomorrow! It sounds like so much fun to.'
'Oh, well then I am truly sorry Petunia. If it makes you feel better, my third year Halloween feast wasn't exactly fun either.'
'Oh really? Do you care to tell me about it?'
'Maybe tomorrow, you're getting tired again.'
'Okay, but promise me you'll show me tomorrow!'
'I swear on my life.'
'Good. Take care, T-Riddle.'
'Goodnight, sweet dreams.'
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'Tomster what is upster?'
'Hello Petunia, I am just enjoying another Halloween day as a book. What is up-ster with you?'
'Oh not to much, but I think I'm starting to sleep walk, which is so weird because the last time I slept walked was like five years ago. Also I didn't wake up covered in feathers and in random places around the school.'
'Well, five years ago you didn't attend school so it would be quite a feat to wake up in a random section of Hogwarts.'
'Tom this isn't funny, I seriously think I'm going crazy. Maybe I should see Madam Pomfrey..."
'Yes, because sleep walking is curable.'
'Okay, you need to cool it with the sass. Also, you told me you'd show me what happened in your third year. Will you keep your promise?'
'Of course I will, Petunia. But I must warn you, the details are truly gruelling.'
'Colour me warned, now get on with the showing.'
'As you wish, my dear.'
