You and Tom had gotten into another fight, which ended with you hanging up the phone while he was mid-sentence. Moments later, there's a knock on your door. You open it to find Tom standing there, his usual unreadable expression fixed on you.

"Get your coat," he commands.

"Why?" you question.

"Because you'll be cold."

"Cold 'cause I'm dead?" you ask sarcastically.

He dismisses your question with a roll of his eyes. "Your shoes, too."

"Pansy is gonna be here any minute," you protest, trying to find a reason to stay.

"Mhm," he slightly acknowledges. "You should probably hustle then, huh?"

"She's gonna wonder where I am."

"Yeah, that's kind of the point," he responds, his tone calm but firm.

You glance at your wand on the desk, considering using it to avoid this whole situation. Tom notices and immediately shuts down the idea.

"No, don't do that," he says sternly, his eyes narrowing slightly.