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saintsenara · 7 months

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as part of my attempt to get attention on the internet, @celestemagnoliathewriter sent a lovely message about bookbinding, which tumblr decided to eat.

that actually seems apt, i suppose, for my best girl myrtle elizabeth riddle (née warren). after all, she starts the story being mercilessly teased by olive hornby and her gang of villains; she feels awkward, disjointed, and unlovable; nothing ever seems to go right for her; and she'd just like to be noticed and liked for who she is.

and she gets all of these things, teaching us all a crucial life-lesson in the process: no matter how annoying you are you can still finesse yourself into being anyone's dream girl.

yes. even a sinister teen edgelord who spends his evenings killing roosters and coming up with anagrams of his own name, who aspires to rip his soul into shreds and become a dictator, who hates your parents and everything they stand for until he accidentally becomes your dad's biggest fanboy. turns out all he needed was a firm hand (behave) and a chocolate frog or two.

i think this may well be the thing i've enjoyed writing the most. certainly, i was chuckling self-indulgently at a lot of it - the rabbit! the sugar mice! slughorn's party! - but i also liked that so much of it - the cave! myrtle's journey to body neutrality! dumbledore! - ended up being so straightforwardly hopeful. for a series which prides itself on the value of choice, so much about the arc of harry potter canon feels inevitable - and the direction tom riddle's life takes is one of those things.

this, with its emphasis on the transformative power of chance encounters, of love and luck and longing, of tiny kindnesses takes a different view. and, as the comments have told me, the little flickers of a changed world we get as a result have reduced more than one reader to tears.

myrtle would, i have to say, approve.

#asks answered #bookbinding #attention seeking behaviour

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millingroundireland · 6 months

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The Bibbys in Pottersville [part 1]

In 2013, Kathy Maiorana of the Johnsburg Historical Society interviewed, as a living history, Bill Bibby, a long time resident in North Creek New York, a town in Warren County. He noted that the Bibbys were in Pottersville until 1950s. This brings us to the question of the Bibbys in Pottersville. It is a small hamlet of Chester, New York, within the Adirondacks, and in the Schroon Lake Region. Bibbys are clearly present in the town. The New Pottersville Cemetery has 13 Bibbys buried there:

Nicholas Bibby Co L 2 Regt NY Cav 1831-1909 Eliza Nicholson Wife of Nicholas Bibby b Dec 25, 1844-D Aug 17 1908

C Werthmuller Wife Eleanor Bibby Jan 25, 1877 d April 19, 1911

Dr. George Bibby 1886-1964 Wife Jane Tobin 1892-1959

Frederick N Bibby M.D. 1833-1934 Wife Myrtle McFarland 1875-1918

Thomas S. Bibby d Dec 27, 1915 a 80y-Wife Mary A Wallace d April 27, 1914 a 76y

Alida Bibby

Laura Elizabeth Bibby VanDerwarker (1871-1955)

Alice Jane Bibby Westcott (1924-1994)

Margaret Nicholson Bibby (1849-1894)

A website for New York Gravestones lists Ella Bibby (1855-1884) and George H. Bibby (1863-1867, it claims 1862 incorrectly) as buried in the Old Pottersville Cemetery. Both Ella and George are mentioned on Find A Grave, but three more are added:

George Harold Bibby, Sr (1821-1905)

Anne Lavery Bibby (1835-1919)

Samuel B. Bibby (1798-1885)

Still, this doesn't address the main drive of this article. What about Bibbys in Pottersville?

This post was originally published on WordPress in January 2019.

Continued in part 2

#pottersville #bibby #bibby family #genealogy #ancestry #family history #wordpress #warren county #new york state #familysearch #ireland #irish born

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bananapepper420 · 1 year

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I’m sorry but did jowling kowling rowling. did she. did she actually name. did she actually name moaning myrtle elizabeth warren….

#I don’t #my brain does not compute #also sorry for posting h*rry p*tter blame my sister #mine

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jerimystoltzcreations · 2 years

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August 28, 2022 The Creative Multiverse presents: #AuGhost #AuGhost2022 Day 28 (Dive) Myrtle Elizabeth Warren[8] (1928/1929[1]– 13 June 1943), more commonly known after her death as Moaning Myrtle, was a Muggle-born witch who attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry from 1940–1943 and was sorted into Ravenclaw house. She was killed in 1943 by the Serpent of Slytherin, under Tom Riddle's orders. After the incident, she became a ghost who haunted the second-floor girls' bathroom (and occasionally other bathroom facilities) at Hogwarts. #CreativeMultiverse #HarryPotter #moaningmyrtle #art #artwork #artistofinstagram #artist #artistforhire #Custom #create #drawing #drawingaday #draweveryday #illustration #pencil #sketch #ink #colordrawing #Sketchcard #fabercastell #copic #twitchstreamer #blickartmaterials https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch-vDrmvLzP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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parttimereporter · 2 years

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New media scrutiny on the Biden Administration’s new “Disinformation Czar” ..

Jankowicz has also found herself under fire for some of her controversial videos, including one from December 2015 in which she says: 'I don't want to work, struggle or compromise.'

In the video, she asks Santa, 'if you're listening please tell me what to do. Who do I f*** to be famous,' adding: 'I've done everything I could and now the rest is up to you.'

Another YouTube video from January 2018 features her singing about how she has started a new job advocating for human rights.

'When people tried to silence me, I stood my ground and I persisted,' Jankowicz sang with her group, the Moaning Myrtles, a nod to the ghost from the Harry Potter series.

'Because we need equality and nevertheless, I persisted,' she sang, an apparent reference to then Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell trying to prevent Sen. Elizabeth Warren from continuing her speech against naming Jeff Sessions to US Attorney General.

'Wha-oh, wha-oh, I've got a reputation, wha-oh, wha-oh yeah it's cause for celebration,' Jankowicz sings.

'So I'm standing up for the next generation,' she continues, before singing: 'You can call me Myrtle Elizabeth Warren.'

#Jankowicz #white house #politics

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riffquinzel · 3 years

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Moaning Myrtle’s full name is... MYRTLE ELIZABETH WARREN??!?!

#hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery #moaning myrtle #myrtle elizabeth warren #hphm halloween

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ask-chivist · 5 years

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1943

Ooooh, it was dreadful, it happened right in here. I'd hidden because Olive Hornby was teasing me about my glasses.

The door was locked, and I was crying, and then I heard somebody come in.

They said something funny, a different language, I think it must've been.

Anyway, what really got me was that it was a boy speaking.

So I unlocked the door to tell him to go and use his own toilet,

and then...

I died.

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#harry potter #harry potter rp #harry potter and the chamber of secrets #hp rp #rp #chamber of secrets #moaning myrtle #Myrtle Elizabeth Warren #Ravenclaw #basilisk #ghost #my rp

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thebeautyofgaming · 3 years

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Was anyone going to tell me Moaning Myrtle's full name, or was I supposed to learn it from Hogwarts Mystery?

#gaming #screenshots #mobile games #hogwarts mystery #moaning myrtle #Elizabeth Warren

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queensboro · 3 years

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@scrapimmortal mika i promise you i would never joke about this Ever. it is very important and serious information.

#myrtle elizabeth warren. do you think elizabeth warren knows about this

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hillarydevillier · 2 years

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Hillary Calliope de Gray and Myrtle Elizabeth Warren✨✨✨ - H.M.P

#hogwarts mystery #hphm #hphm mc #Hillary Calliope de Gray

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keijislove · 3 years

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One sickle: Tom Riddle X Reader

“Professor?” you knocked on your headmaster’s door, “It’s Y/N.”

“Ah, miss L/N, come in.” the voice of Armando Dippet beckoned hazily, as if his mind was elsewhere, which it undoubtedly was.

“Er, yes sir.” You walked inside, taking a seat.

“Miss L/N...” he began, “I am so sorry I have to ask of you for this, I am aware that you haven’t done this before.”

“What exactly, professor?” you were confused.

“As you know that due to the unfortunate circumstances involving Myrtle Elizabeth Warren of your house, Ravenclaw tower shall be searched tonight by her family members and a few Ministry officials, and I, being the headmaster of the most prestigious wizarding school that there is... I must appoint two prefects each for the corridors of Hogwarts... I have appointed a Slytherin prefect alongside you for the forbidden corridor on the third floor.”

“But sir, why would that place require patrolling?” you asked in a bit of a panicky state. “The bathroom is off-limits, Warren just died there!”

“I am aware, Miss L/N.” he waved off, “And I am also aware that you are one of the most promising pupils I have the delight of teaching.”

You flushed.

“And do not worry, your companion is not less by any means,” he assured, “You may leave, your duty begins in an hour.”

“Thank you, sir.” You muttered, struggling to keep your voice even.

An hour passed in no time and soon, you were hurrying off towards the corridor on the third floor.

You caught sight of your companion already present there, his back to you, crisp uniform with hands behind his back and everything.

It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out who he was, even from behind. The mysterious, dangerous, frightening, irritatingly handsome prefect of Slytherin house – Tom freaking Riddle.

“Ah-hem.” You cleared your throat.

Dammit Y/N, you can’t even clear your throat without stuttering

His head swung around as if he knew you were there.

“Uhm, good evening.” You began at the lack of response from the dark-haired boy.

“Good evening.” He replied, surprised that you were willing to make conversation with him when most people just hurried past.

“Nasty business.” You remarked, “Warren, I mean.”

“Yes. Particularly nasty indeed.” His expression was not polite or welcoming. Instead, he stared at you with a calculating look.

You shrugged slightly, “Bit unexpected, that’s all. A murder at Hogwarts, I mean.”

“Yes, let’s hope Hagrid keeps his monstrous pets away from the school, then.” He rolled his eyes.

“He did strike me as odd.” You muttered, “I didn’t know it would be this bad. Still, it’s more concerning what the fate of Hogwarts will be than Warren’s death.”

“What do you mean?” Tom suddenly asked.

“All I’m saying is... deaths and accidents happen everyday.” You explained, “Warren was just an unlucky victim of one. I’m just.... worried. I hope they don’t close the school, I can’t go back to my adopted family.... it’s positively awful.”

“Is that so?” Tom was beginning to talk in a more relaxed manner.

“I’m afraid it is.” You shrugged, “Call me cold-blooded or whatever.”

“How are you not in Slytherin?” he demanded, “You would’ve done well.”

“The hat did consider it.” You explained, “But instead I’m in-”

“Ravenclaw.” He answered for you, “You’re in my Arithmancy class?”

“Oh.” You flushed, knowing he noticed, “Y-yeah, I am.”

“Alright miss Slytherclaw. We’re supposed to be on duty. We’ve been chatting here for ten minutes.” He said in a light teasing tone.

Now you really turned beetroot.

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There were no more words exchanged between you as you stalked around the corridor, and you sank into your daydreaming.

And it had to be the stupidly attractive face of the prefect next to you.

“A sickle for your thoughts?” Tom asked, as politely as he could.

You smirked, “My thoughts cost a lot more than that, Riddle.”

“A sickle for an insight, then.” He insisted.

You sighed. “I’m thinking about... someone.”

“Who?”

“I don’t think you wanna know the answer to that.” You scoffed.

“You are really bad at hiding things.” He remarked.

“How so?”

“You just made it pretty bloody obvious whom you were thinking about.” He smirked. “Like what you see?”

“Hey look, I can’t help it, okay?” you said in exasperation, “I don’t even like you like that, I just appreciate that you’re... attractive a notch above normal.”

“That’s a compliment anyway.” He huffed, “It’s alright, you’ve got hormones. I get it. You don’t have to like someone to appreciate their looks.”

“Thank you.” You spoke.

You had begun to get more confident. You glanced at your watch.

“Argh, dammit. It’s past time.” You groaned, “Well, see you later.... Tom.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” he spoke.

You turned to leave, but he called behind you, “By the way, we’ve got to patrol this month!”

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Life was getting simply outrageous for you – you were failing Divination and History of Magic because you weren’t able to get your work done on time, having to stay up all night patrolling that stupid corridor.

Not that you didn’t enjoy Tom’s company, though. Two consecutive weeks of knowing each other and you were already talking as if you’d known each other for years. He just understood you in a very, very weird. It wasn’t al sunshine and rainbows though. You already didn’t have any friends and now you were labelled as the weirdo who hangs with Riddle.

Tom’s company was more than satisfactory however, and you were fine with having one friend who understood you than several who didn’t.

You were finishing up your Arithmancy project alongside your partner, Olive Hornby, when a certain Slytherin decided to approach you.

“A sickle for your time?” Tom asked, but it was not as jokingly as his statement a few weeks prior.

“I would say my time costed a lot more than that, but I can see this is serious.” You spoke. “Yeah?”

“I need to talk to you.” He explained.

“Privately.” He added, looking at Olive in disgust as she battered her eyelashes.

You scoffed, getting up and dragging him out the classroom with you.

When you reached a decently secluded spot, you spoke, “Yes?”

“I want you to answer this very truthfully.” He began.

“Can’t make no promises.”

He ignored your statement. “Are we friends?”

“Huh?” you asked in confusion, “Of course, why-”

“No, no, no.” he messed up his usually neat hair, “I meant... if you found out something about me.... would we still be friends?”

“Like what?” you questioned, wondering where this was from.

“Like... maybe if I’m dangerous?” he whispered quietly.

You snorted slightly, “Tom, that’s not how friendships work. Everybody has their secret to keep, and they’re 100% entitled to it. I wouldn’t ditch you just because of something you did.”

“Are you so sure you will stick to that when you find out what I’ve got to say?” he quietly asked.

“I- it can’t be that bad, I- I will.” You stuttered, slightly afraid.

“Okay.” He finally spoke, “Alright, fine. C’mon.”

He led you to the corridor where you’d been patrolling.

“What are we-” you began.

“SSH!” he hissed, dragging you inside the girls’ washroom.

“This place is of limits!” you hissed.

“I’m aware!” he hissed back.

You scoffed.

Tom led you to a worn-out and broken sink before crouching down.

“Please mean what you say from this point on.” He whispered.

“O-okay.” You said, genuinely frightened now.

“Open. I command you.” Tom hissed at the tap.

“Does it really open?” you asked, as Tom’s head snapped your way so fast, you thought you heard a crack.

Not speaking, looking at you with wide eyes, he pushed you in before climbing himself.

You let out a soft shriek as you fell into an entrance of sorts.

“Wh-wha-” you spoke.

“This.” Tom spoke. “Is the Chamber of Secrets.”

“What?” you shrieked, “No way. No way, no way, no way! Get me out of here! We’re going to die.”

“Relax, Y/N.” Tom rolled his eyes, “You’re going to be fine. Also, why didn’t you tell me you were a Parselmouth?”

You flushed, “I didn’t think it was of significance. Anyway, what are we doing here?”

“Be careful not to speak in Parseltongue.” Tom warned, “You’ll wake it.”

“Wake what?”

“The Basilisk.” He said simply.

“What- a basilisk?!” you sputtered, “Tom, what the heck? First the chamber and now a basilisk? This stuff is dangerous and-”

“I thought you said we all had a secret to hide.” He muttered.

“Oh well, yes, but I’m saying this because I care about you!” you explained, “I don’t want you to get hurt, that’s all-”

“Well then don’t!” he yelled, “Don’t care about me. Don’t attach yourself to me!”

“Why not?”

“BECAUSE I’M A MONSTER, ALRIGHT?” he yelled angrily, “IT WAS ME! I KILLED MYRTLE WARREN! I OPENED THE CHAMBER!”

“Wh-what?” you asked.

“BELIEVE IT OR NOT Y/N-”

“Tom.” You hoarsely whispered.

“WHAT?”

“Did you say, um, something about a basilisk?” you asked. “Because I think it’s awake.”

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Both of you panted heavily, emerging from the Chamber and collapsing on the bathroom floor.

There were tears in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall, especially in front of him.

“There you go.” Tom angrily snapped, “I’m a complete monster. I already killed Warren, and I nearly killed you. Go on. Tell me how awful I am. Tell me you hate me.”

“I don’t.” you whispered, “I don’t hate you. I.... I’ll still stick with you. Look, I don’t know what happened to you, Tom, but I can tell you’re... hurting. I hope I can help with that.”

You saw his nostrils flare as if he was contemplating something.

Your lips were glistening from a mixture of water and tears, making you look gorgeous.

“A sickle for a kiss?” Tom shakily asked.

“My kiss costs a LOT more than that, Riddle.”

“Ten galleons then if you want.” Tom said before closing the gap between you.

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #imagine #tom riddle #tom riddle x you #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x yn

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