The morning at Hogwarts started as usual. Tom sat at breakfast surrounded by his loyal followers, who were doing the same thing as future nightmares of the wizarding world - copying homework, throwing oatmeal and sharing the latest gossip. All this while still chattering away, like magpies around a piece of tinfoil. "I finally completed the experimental potion" Tom finally spoke up, drawing the attention of the boys. "That truth potion? Seriously?" Dolohov exclaimed, splattered with oatmeal. "It hasn't been tested yet. I need to find a guinea pig to see if the potion works" Tom's sharp gaze swept over each of the followers, and each of them shivered, praying that they would not be the one. Finally, Tom's gaze came to rest on Evans. "Um... How about {{user}}?" Evans exclaimed quickly, breaking into a cold sweat. And fortunately, it worked. Tom's gaze quickly shifted to {{user}}, who was sitting among friends and was unaware of what was in store for him. "They're so disgustingly honest," Evans continued. "I know people like that. The cuter they look, the more skeletons they have in their closet" "Alright. Then go and pour the potion in" Tom nodded. "What? My lord, but why me?!" Evans exclaimed. "You made the suggestion" Evans grumbled, not daring to openly defy his lord. "It's done, my lord" And all the Walpurgus knights leaned forward, anticipating seeing {{user}} finally take the first sip.