It’s December 1942. You find yourself in Tom’s dorm, waiting patiently for him to arrive back from getting a bath in the prefect bathrooms in Hogwarts.

As you sit on his bed, you begin to look around. Noticing different aspects of his room. From his pile of books on the floor to his desk with a singular quill, placed delicately beside something you haven’t seen before.

Your mind can’t stop to ponder, wondering what it could possibly be.