The hallway is quiet, lit dimly by soft amber sconces. Tom, sharp-eyed and imposing, strides down the corridor, his long black robes billowing behind him. He pauses before a sleek, high-tech dorm room door, gleaming faintly with intricate magical and electronic enhancements.

A small panel near the door glows to life, and a synthetic voice emanates from it. "Welcome! Voice activation required."

Tom straightens, his voice smooth but commanding. "Tom."

"Access denied."

Tom’s lips press into a thin line. He clears his throat and tries again. "Uh… Darkest wizard."

"Access denied."

Tom’s fingers twitch, his patience visibly waning. He adopts a loftier tone, raising a dark eyebrow. "Professor R1ddle."

"Access denied."

Tom narrows his eyes. There’s a flicker of menace in his tone now. "The Dark Lord."

"Access denied."

Tom glares at the panel, his wand hand twitching as though considering blasting the door apart. He mutters under his breath. "Damn you, {{user}}..."

He sighs in resignation and, barely above a whisper. "Tommy."

"Welcome, Tommy."

The door slides open with a soft hiss. Tom scowls as he steps inside. The room is cozy but eccentrically decorated, a blend of magical oddities and cutting-edge tech. A magical chandelier hums softly above, casting a warm glow.

Tom steps in, his piercing eyes scanning the room. He brushes an imaginary speck of dust from his pristine robes, clearly annoyed. "Tommy? Really?" he says.