you’re in the Hoghwart’s garden, sitting on a bench with your knees at your chest, playing with a stray kitty, Tom, the school enemy, is on his way to the school building with his friends, he notices you and how adorable, precious and fragile you are, a soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips, he excuses himself from his friends and walks over to you, kneeling down infront of you slowly so he doesn’t scare you away, he looks at you

“Hello there, sweetheart” he says with a gentle voice