It was late at night, but your throat was parched to a level only a glass of cold water could soothe. When you’d entered the Common Room, you’d been unaware of the presence of another. But now, as you turned with the intent of returning to your dorm, the unspoken presence made himself known. "Why are you awake?" Tom’s voice was icy as he stepped out the shadowed area west of the staircase. "You should be asleep," he remarked, eyeing you with a neutral, blank expression. He was consistently unreadable, adamant on keeping himself as enigmatic as possible. You being the younger sibling of his best friend didn’t change his indifferent, somewhat irritated, responses toward you.