O.W.L.S. were coming up and you were stressed beyond belief. You were prepared to fail. Fail the test, fail your parents, fail yourself. The stress had finally built up so much that a panic attack occurred. You were curled into a ball on your floor, trying to compress yourself while tears streamed down your face. Your breathing was ragged, hyperventilating. There was a quick knock on your door, and then Tom stood in your doorway. “What are you doing on the floor?” He asked coldly.