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[Tom Riddle is standing near the center of the Room, wand drawn and feet planted. To be clear, no where on his person can the Hogwarts crest be seen. Those who are familiar with his usual appearance of Slytherin colors, today he has donned something different. His robes are dark - an all-out black - and his frame is as tall and commanding as it typically is. His face is young, yes, but one cannot doubt the serious, powerful, and dark air he holds about himself despite that youth. What this Voldemort lacks in a terrifying visage, he makes up for with his presence, which is without a doubt as powerful as any number of his mirrors'. It is different, yes, as he is young and arrogant, rather than old and arrogant.
A lifting of thirteen and a half inches of yew not only signifies his intention, it shifts the very atmosphere of the Room. With an unspoken incantation and a light bob of the wand in mid-air, the lighting loses whatever warmth it possessed earlier, and every color present has gone a shade paler.
Oh, yes. Theatricality has already made an appearance, but perhaps not in the sense that those Muggles who prefer expressing themselves through song would prefer.
In the past, this young Voldemort has called Death Eaters to sate his curiosity and he has used the Dark Mark in manners he now would disprove of. This time, however, things are different, and this Lord Voldemort has a specific goal in mind, one he will prove successful in as well. The wand with the phoenix feather core is still where it was before, held in front of him comfortably, as if it is a dear friend.
He lifts it higher, and speaks.]
Morsmordre.
[The incantation is one familiar to every Death Eater and is known to be the spell to call forth the Dark Mark. However, in this instance is not to summon a Dark Mark into the Room. It is to burn the arm of every Death Eater, to call them to his side. Voldemort, with his differing intention, has created two spells with the same incantation, as he is very, very confident that this will bring results.
Lord Voldemort waits for those who arrive to make it here before he begins to speak, as he has intention to address everyone who appears.
Only after a moment or two of waiting, of those who intend to answer the call arrive, whoever is present is treated to quite a speech. By opening his mouth to speak, he naturally demands the attention of anyone and everyone there (which means, yes, bystanders are perfectly all right to eavesdrop; in fact such a commanding presence may prove difficult to ignore).]
I would offer my greetings, friends, but I'm afraid there may be those of you who I have little knowledge of and thus am unable to call 'friend'. For those of you unfamiliar with where you are and have just arrived, the place you are standing now is known as the Dressing Room. It is a space between worlds, realities, times, and dimensions. Do not be fooled by its Muggle appearance, for it is very well magical in nature, and is beyond the magic of any one of us. And although you may find many a Muggle here, it itself is a place of pure magic.
If you wish to look, there are a multitude of doors leading to any number of universes. One of which is yours and one of which is mine. There are many whose door will not open for them, and no matter how much one tries the door remains shut for an indefinite period of time. I will admit, this is what has happened to me and a number of others here. Unless one is deceased, it is commonly accepted that one's door will open in time. However, that length of time remains to be seen with each and every one who is being kept here. And thus, to help pass that time, I have a proposition.
The Dressing Room's nature is one of mystery. Many think it sentient, as many magical objects are. Others are content to reap its benefits without giving much, if any, thought to how such a place came to exist. However, I am not such a person. I wish to know everything there is to know about this Room. Perhaps with the proper understanding we can smartly hope to work with it, influence it. As I mentioned before, there are many Muggles present, many of whom the Room would be a more pleasant place without. It is with this goal in mind that I propose to you that we should run a number of well-organized tests in order to gather information on the nature of this place. I will assign each of you a task.
And as I should be the one to bring this up, make no mistake. Who you see before you is in fact the Dark Lord Voldemort, but He is not the one you are familiar with. You see, He is young and has yet to start gathering a following of his own outside of school. [In fact, he has yet to even graduate from Hogwarts, but as he already possesses much more knowledge than the average graduating student, he neglects to mention this fact.] Those of you who do not find me a suitable Lord to work under, leave. I have no interest in you, nor do I have any intention of working with those who do not offer me the proper respect.
With that said, I would like to get to know those of you I am unfamiliar with. I am most interested in hearing your thoughts.
A lifting of thirteen and a half inches of yew not only signifies his intention, it shifts the very atmosphere of the Room. With an unspoken incantation and a light bob of the wand in mid-air, the lighting loses whatever warmth it possessed earlier, and every color present has gone a shade paler.
Oh, yes. Theatricality has already made an appearance, but perhaps not in the sense that those Muggles who prefer expressing themselves through song would prefer.
In the past, this young Voldemort has called Death Eaters to sate his curiosity and he has used the Dark Mark in manners he now would disprove of. This time, however, things are different, and this Lord Voldemort has a specific goal in mind, one he will prove successful in as well. The wand with the phoenix feather core is still where it was before, held in front of him comfortably, as if it is a dear friend.
He lifts it higher, and speaks.]
Morsmordre.
[The incantation is one familiar to every Death Eater and is known to be the spell to call forth the Dark Mark. However, in this instance is not to summon a Dark Mark into the Room. It is to burn the arm of every Death Eater, to call them to his side. Voldemort, with his differing intention, has created two spells with the same incantation, as he is very, very confident that this will bring results.
Lord Voldemort waits for those who arrive to make it here before he begins to speak, as he has intention to address everyone who appears.
Only after a moment or two of waiting, of those who intend to answer the call arrive, whoever is present is treated to quite a speech. By opening his mouth to speak, he naturally demands the attention of anyone and everyone there (which means, yes, bystanders are perfectly all right to eavesdrop; in fact such a commanding presence may prove difficult to ignore).]
I would offer my greetings, friends, but I'm afraid there may be those of you who I have little knowledge of and thus am unable to call 'friend'. For those of you unfamiliar with where you are and have just arrived, the place you are standing now is known as the Dressing Room. It is a space between worlds, realities, times, and dimensions. Do not be fooled by its Muggle appearance, for it is very well magical in nature, and is beyond the magic of any one of us. And although you may find many a Muggle here, it itself is a place of pure magic.
If you wish to look, there are a multitude of doors leading to any number of universes. One of which is yours and one of which is mine. There are many whose door will not open for them, and no matter how much one tries the door remains shut for an indefinite period of time. I will admit, this is what has happened to me and a number of others here. Unless one is deceased, it is commonly accepted that one's door will open in time. However, that length of time remains to be seen with each and every one who is being kept here. And thus, to help pass that time, I have a proposition.
The Dressing Room's nature is one of mystery. Many think it sentient, as many magical objects are. Others are content to reap its benefits without giving much, if any, thought to how such a place came to exist. However, I am not such a person. I wish to know everything there is to know about this Room. Perhaps with the proper understanding we can smartly hope to work with it, influence it. As I mentioned before, there are many Muggles present, many of whom the Room would be a more pleasant place without. It is with this goal in mind that I propose to you that we should run a number of well-organized tests in order to gather information on the nature of this place. I will assign each of you a task.
And as I should be the one to bring this up, make no mistake. Who you see before you is in fact the Dark Lord Voldemort, but He is not the one you are familiar with. You see, He is young and has yet to start gathering a following of his own outside of school. [In fact, he has yet to even graduate from Hogwarts, but as he already possesses much more knowledge than the average graduating student, he neglects to mention this fact.] Those of you who do not find me a suitable Lord to work under, leave. I have no interest in you, nor do I have any intention of working with those who do not offer me the proper respect.
With that said, I would like to get to know those of you I am unfamiliar with. I am most interested in hearing your thoughts.