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[Tom Marvolo Riddle]

There had rarely been a time or place where I sought out others for fun and games. Seldom did it go well for all parties save myself. When I heard of a means of doing so remotely where people were far less likely to fall to injury by ‘accident’ or see myself as a source of power, I had to restrain myself from jumping immediately at the chance to achieve a distraction of sorts. Obviously I caved.

Time to rest had been far and few in between especially since my demotion from Deputy-Headmaster and Founder of Hogwarts to… Den Mother.

Which was why I found myself here.

I let out a long suffering sigh as I found the pathway across the dataverse’s Sea of Dirac as completely eroded away. The meeting location certainly was well out of the way from the main Dataverse networks and connections. One of the few places in this place that was truly unlimited… and unpredictable.

With a swipe of my hand I wrote a string of runes that normalized the path before me and shortened the distance to the door from the mainland and presented me a cliffside inn. Behind the oaken threshold and classic two story building, I smelt the lingering scents of mulled wine, egg nog and tobacco. It reminded me of far gone times.

In old English typeface was Ye Old Tavern.

When I reached to knock, no sense in not attending to formalities, the door opened before my knuckles could meet the surface. Cocking an eyebrow I shuffled through and was greeted with a number of aromas more than had permeated the entryway.

As my eyes adjusted to the moody lighting, I couldn’t help but smile at the large round table and with one other figure. Apparently I wasn’t completely late, and as I had hoped rather early. With many spaces left available I took a seat with my back and chair directed against the fire. All the better to guard my appearance from recognition when I removed my hood and unburdened myself of my belongings. Three books with exquisite artistry, a pad of sketching paper and one yew and phoenix feather wand. My horcrux though remained firmly ensconced still in my robes.

“David Monroe” I began with my lie, “I’m not late am I?”

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