–July 13th–

Tom had sent an owl to {{user}} as soon as he returned from dealing with that bumbling oaf. Why would anyone in their right mind even think about keeping an Acromantula? Still, he waited impatiently for {{user}} to knock on the broom closet door, a room he often dragged {{user}} into for speaking openly with muggle-borns…

“Godric’s sake…” He muttered to himself, opting to fix his robes.