Tom nodded firmly and made his promise outright. Suppressing his excitement, he had never gone out of his way to provoke anyone; that had always been the case, hadn't it? As for those fools who came knocking, he had no interest in playing games with them. "Professor... I promise, my wand will only be pointed at enemies."
Enemies... Meles had an odd feeling for a moment. He paced back and forth suspiciously, the words of refusal on the tip of his tongue, yet unable to say them. He ought to trust this outstanding young student. Stopping, Meles turned around. "All right~ Since that's the case, come to my office every Friday after classes. I'll teach you some... special magic."
Tom smiled reservedly and bowed deeply to the professor. No matter the process, the result was always good. He had taken another step toward his goal. All he needed to do next was keep moving forward. At this pace, one day he would stand at the pinnacle of the world.
His cheerful mood lasted until he entered his dormitory. Tom opened the door, glanced back at the empty space behind him, pressed his lips together, and turned sideways. Strands of hair brushed across his face. After using Legilimency, he took a deep breath and shut the door. "...Senior Abou, what do you want?"
Canceling the Disillusionment Charm, Abraxas did not turn around. He conjured himself a sofa and sat down before smiling teasingly. "Little Tom is still so cold. It's just that..." He had wanted to say that this time, he had been unable to hold himself back and had followed him over. Abraxas folded his hands and shifted his gaze slightly away. Only then could he resist the urge to pull him into his arms. "I wanted to talk to