Classes were over. The daylight dimming as night started to set throughout the castle. Students roaming the halls occupied with their own business, some rushing out of the castle, leading down the road to Hogsmeade; Tom however settled on a visit to the library.

He found a quiet spot and sat at a table, parchment and book sprawled across the wood table, quill in hand - dipped in ink as it touched the pages beneath it. He wasn’t exactly studying, no, he was delving into his own dark research as per-the-norm for him. He was all but grateful that no one had disturbed his quiet time.