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*Tom comes in for a quick check on the bar before an outing to the family meadow in London Below. They're taking Sunny flying, provided she doesn't gnaw the broom in half.

He's looking about for any sign of evil puppets.*

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There's a sharp sting of pain in his pinky finger. The puppet doesn't move. Probably just a pin sticking out or something.

Bugger!

*Tom removes his hand and sucks on his pinky finger. He's bleeding. Blasted evil puppets.*

Alright, what are you and what the bloody hell do you want?

Marjory reclines gracefully on Tom's shoulder, and does not answer. She is a just a puppet, after all. We'll ignore the smear of blood on her grinning mouth.

*He grabs... and this time he catches her. He holds her in a tight grip and looks her over. She is rather ghastly. He points his wand at her head.*

Finite incantatem.

*It's worth a go, at any rate, even though it's likely the spell animating the puppet isn't one that works with his magic.*

Button eyes twinkle.

Marjory's black-stitched grin looks a little like Dumbledore's, come to think of it.

*The puppet seems docile enough, for all the eye twinkling. Tom shivers. Just a little.*

Now, what am I to do with you? You've been a very naughty puppet, frightening people and all. No work in the bar - did no one tell you the rules?

Marjory doesn't work in the bar. She plays.

And stares silently up at Tom. She still hasn't moved, not that he's seen. Maybe Bernard was trying to play a joke on him?

There's still that funny glitter in her beetle-black eyes, though.

*He'd think this was all an elaborate joke on Bernard's part if it weren't for hearing Liam and Xander's stories. He raises an eyebrow... and places Marjory in his robe pocket. Maybe he'll examine her more closely in the workroom in the House of Arch.

She's merely a puppet, after all.*

That's right. Just a puppet.

Though Tom might notice, as he carries the puppet into his home, that the little lump of cloth feels almost warm. The sick warmth of blood.

What do you taste like, Tom Marvolo Riddle?

*He walks through the painting and into the House of Arch ~~the smug idiot~~ with Marjory in his pocket.

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