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[riddleofthebelow]

Tom Riddle rarely has time to pop round Milliways anymore. There's simply too much to keep him busy at home, what with London Below politics being the same chaos as ever and Portico toddling about (and opening things he never guessed could be opened).

But he's here briefly tonight with a scotch in hand. The scotch is, as ever, absolutely brilliant.

OOC: This is the same Tom Riddle as young_tmriddle! It's just... Tom's in his mid-thirties now, and his old journal name doesn't work so well any longer. I wanted to preserve the old icons, though, so la!

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[stilljustandrew]

And wasn't Andrew himself using almost exactly those words to someone, just the other day? ... no, he can't quite remember.

"Think I could meet him sometime?"

[riddleofthebelow]

"You can come anytime. You can come now, for that matter. He ought to be awake. Lord knows he's awake often enough."

[stilljustandrew]

"... really?" He brightens. "Give me two minutes to put this away --"

[riddleofthebelow]

"I need to get back anyway. Bringing guests is much more preferable than staying here for long periods."

He should do this more often!

[stilljustandrew]

"Excellent." He's beaming, as he closes the heavier book and reaches for his backpack, on the floor beside the stool.

[riddleofthebelow]

"Let's go through then, shall we?"

He walks toward the painting and waits for Andrew. Together, they step through as the dogs playing poker pause in their cheating.