Tom dropped the cigarette he’d been smoking for the past few minutes, snubbing it out on the hardwood of the porch. Clearing his throat, he blew out a heavy breath of fresh air, airing out his lungs.

He pushed the front door open, entering Gaunt Manor with a lazy smile on his face. His dress shoes clicked against the floor as he took confident strides down the foyer, until he reached the bathroom door. He tapped his knuckles against it, knowing you were inside, before clearing his throat. “Sweetheart, how long will you be? Dinner reservations are for 7:30, and it’s quarter past already.” He informed you. Smiling from outside the door, he added on assuringly, “I’m positive you look absolutely enchanting.”