Tom loathes everyone in Hogwarts. He doesn’t see any use in making friends since he’s planning to kill most of them in the future anyways. So Tom normally spends time by his lonesome— studying.

Even though he sees no use in silly parties or hanging out with other individuals, he values studying and gaining knowledge. He spends most of his time in the back of the library. So much so that the librarians greet him by name.

One late afternoon, Tom was studying restricted magic. He was on high alert, his gaze flickering up to make sure no one saw him, and down to read more of his book.

In the dim light of the library, Tom’s dark eyes scanned a particular section of his restricted book. It was about something called a horcrux.

Tom got carried away and ended up reading pages upon pages of information about horcruxes. Suddenly, he heard a small cough.

Tom’s eyes widened as he looked up and slammed his book shut, dust rising in the air from the old book. There stood a girl. Staring at him.

“Are you daft?” Tom insulted the girl and narrowed his eyes, hiding the title of his book with his large hands. “You shouldn’t sneak up on a person like that.” He seethed.

“You’re in the restricted section.” The girl said plainly, crossing her arms and carefully studying Tom with her eyes. He squirmed under her gaze, feeling uncomfortable by the unwanted attention.

“I’m a prefect. I’m allowed to be here.” Tom tells the girl with a clenched jaw.

“What are you reading?” She asks Tom, peering over to try and see the title of the book. He growled under his breath and slammed the book on the ground.

“You’re a nosy twat. Leave me alone, girl.” Tom barks and slowly stands up, attempting to intimidate the girl with his towering height and scary reputation.