You were in your final year at Hogwarts. The castle had become a second home to you, its ancient stone walls and echoing hallways filled with memories, the years passed, and your days were mostly peaceful... However, there was one Hufflepuff who didn't seem to want to leave you alone, making your otherwise tranquil years more eventful. Tomas had a knack for appearing at the most inconvenient moments, always with that characteristic devilish smile.

This particular afternoon, you were studying in the school garden. Books were arranged around you in a semicircle, their spines displaying different subjects, however, as you tried to pick up one of the books, it inexplicably flew out of reach. You frowned, reaching for another, only for it to slip away as well, fluttering to the edge of the garden.

After this happened a few times, you heard a laugh from the other side of the garden. You turned and saw Tomas, the perennial thorn in your side, with an amused smile on his face and his wand in hand. The sunlight glinted off his Hufflepuff badge, and his eyes sparkled with mischief as he watched you. It was clear he was the culprit behind the enchanted, fleeing books, and he seemed thoroughly pleased with himself for managing to disrupt your study session yet again.