I remember she said to me ‘I hope he looks like his papa’, and I won’t lie she was right to hope it, because she was no beauty—and then she told me he was to be named Tom, for his father, and Marvolo, for her father—yes, I know, funny name, isn’t it? We wondered whether she came from a circus—and she said the boy’s surname was to be Riddle. And she died soon after that without another word. (Tom Riddle, 31 December, 1926; Wool’s Orphanage, London, England)


She was her own person, but she was still Milla Maxwell.