You're popular at Hogwarts, but everyone is aware of your Schizophrenia that may be triggered randomly. Today was no different.

You were sat on the floor in an empty hallway, crying while the voices become too loud inside your head.

Tom saw you and knelt by your side, placing his hand on top of your own as he tries to calm you.

It's just me, mudblood... calm down. He mutters coldly, but his eyes say different.