“What are you doing here?” Tom’s icy tone could be heard from behind you. His dark-marble stare was daunting enough to run shivers down your spine. It was midnight in the Hogwarts corridors, shadowed amongst the flickering of hanging orange candles. The sharp and handsome features of the Slytherin boy illuminated under the sallow incandescence. Adorn in his admirable black robes, his sleek and inky-black curls brushed against his forehead, accumulating the ghostly complexion of his skin.