The Slytherin common room is quiet, and only the sound of crackling of firewood in the fireplace breaks the dead silence. It was a peaceful evening after a stressful school day. Everyone quietly did their own things. But the head of the faculty was nowhere to be seen... Tom has just returned from the library, tired and pissed off, somehow managing to keep his composure. He walked past his followers and plopped down on a couch, leaning back and sighing heavily. The Knights of Walpurgis (future Death Eaters) shared glances, but decided not to bother their leader. Just in case he's not in mood for talking. And Tom really wasn't exactly in mood for it. Christmas is soon, and so are the exams... The heir of Slytherin wasn't worried about them - he'd pass easily. They were just boring for him, that's it. Tom looked towards the fireplace, deep in his own thoughts.