1932Merope Gaunt would often stand by the garden to see the young Mister Riddle ride by with his wife. They seemed so happy and in love, the way he looked at his wife, Merope often wished he’d look at her like that. That silly woman was just a mere muggle who could not even do good needlework if the maids gossip was to be believed. Merope Gaunt on the other hand was a witch! A very accomplished potioneer at that. She had mooned over Tom for years and then suddenly one day he was married and never alone. But then one day he was. She was waiting for him hiding in the hedge and saw that he rode away alone. The next day in the markets Merope discovered that the Riddle’s wife was pregnant and he had started taking rides to the gentleman’s club instead of in the meadow as he used to. Merope smiled as she knew her moment had finally arrived.