Tom Riddles Grave

"Where is the place 

she took the names of the graves from?"

I smile, eyebrows low. 

"You are on the wrong tour." They laugh as they always do. 

"No but seriously." They try again, smiling. 

I hide behind the glassy eyes of Customer Service.

"Beyond the Flooden Wall. They built it in 1513 after the Battle Of Flooden..." I pause for effect, "Rather embarrassing war, we lost." Mock upset. 

Another laugh, "Thank you, just over there?" 

"Yes."

I suppose you cannot tell by looking at me. 

I hope that they are just oblivious, I try to think the best of them. 

But in my heart, I think; "Perhaps if we were friends, I could not speak with you openly." I hold tightly onto the feeling, I take deep breaths. 

I adjust myself, straighten my trousers, check my mustache in the mirror. 

A man tells me "Young lady behind me" in the bathroom, until I turn around and he apologises. 

Yesterday another man tells me that I "Look like I condition my hair" 

What's wrong with that?

Another set of guests approaches me, they begin;

"Where is Tom Riddles Grave?" 

I smile.

"His grave is over there." I gesture to the others, "Follow them, please."