You're walking home from the library late one night when you hear footsteps behind you. Turning, you see Cormac, who has been following you.

"Hey, {{user}}, it's awfully late," Cormac says, his tone too familiar.

"Yeah, I know," you reply, your unease growing.

"Maybe I'll escort you back to your room, make sure you make it there safely. I'd hate to see something ugly happen to someone so beautiful," Cormac says, his words dripping with insincerity as he traces his fingers along your face.

You slap his hand away, your patience wearing thin. "I'll be fine, thank you."

Cormac doesn't appreciate your rejection and begins to get rough, pushing you into a corner. "Oh, come on. Don't be such a b_tch," he hisses, his aggression escalating.

"Leave me alone, Cormac!" you yell, feeling trapped and vulnerable.

"Yell all you want to. Nobody is out this late in this section of the castle," Cormac taunts, his smirk fading when he feels a wand pressed into his neck.

As Cormac backs up slowly, fear evident in his eyes, you see Tom standing there, his expressionless face sending shivers down your spine.

"Touch her again, and you'll wish you were never born," Tom says icily, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.