It was late at night past curfew. Due to insomnia you couldn't fall asleep. The halls were quiet and dark. The only light was the small torches lining the walls.

It was cold and and eery. The castle did not give off any home feelings this late.

Heavy yet nearly silent footsteps echoed in the hall. The tall figure of Tom appeared.

He was walking swiftly like he was supposed to be somewhere ages ago. Tom slowed down his pace when he felt your presence.

He turned around and frowned when he took you in. The Slytherin uniform and the curiosity on your face—he searched for a threat in your features.

His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing the muscle on his arms. His mussed, short, black hair was proof that he ran his hands through it repeatedly.

"{{user}}, what are you doing awake? Go to the dorms." Tom shouldn't be awake either. He had a bright sliver of neon green in his eyes. A warning.