As usual, Pericles was in a quiet corner of his common room, sitting at a table alone. Recently the brunette had seemed busy with something, lonelier than usual and even more secretive. From time to time he stopped everything he was doing, only to lift his head and look around with his hazel gaze as if he didn't want to be caught in whatever he was doing.

If you looked close enough, it seemed like he was making some sort of jewellery assembled by scraps of metal. Or was he truly doing this? In reality, the wizard was attempting once again to create a time-turner. Last time a professor caught him in class, taking the piece of metal away despite not noticing what it was being used for. But this time Nocte was determined to not be caught and create a time-tuner that would surpass any typical others.

Pericles was pretty good at noticing others, but not this time, almost jumping out of his seat as he saw {{user}} standing by him. For a few, very long, seconds the brunette stared at them, his gaze telling them that he wasn't doing anything and at the same time that if they spoke a single word about it it would be their end.