ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ · ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ

The wind whistled through the dark depths of the forest, howling as it bristled against Tom's dark cloak. He was spending another afternoon out in the blistering cold of the winter, searching for potion ingredients. The frozen snow crunched under his feet as he stepped further into the forest, keeping an eye out for centaurs or whatever monsters lay waiting for him. But the forest had never quite unnerved him as it did everyone else, he was too caught up in his own excellence to ever think he would be bested by some creature.

Something caught his eye, bare legs against the cold winter snow, an unmoving body. Tom quirked a brow, stepping closer to whoever had been stupid enough to get nocked out deep into the cold forest. A girl, it seemed, he had never seen her before, he was sure of it, a face like hers was one he would've remembered, she was rather beautiful, looking peaceful all the while she lay as bait for the monsters roaming the forest. She looked weirdly out of place, wearing a hogwarts uniform, but the skirt was shorter than any he had seen before, definitely against dress code, and she had on the strangest shoes.

Usually, Tom would never meddle in such matters, if not for her great beauty and mystique he would've left her there. It was unusual for him to care, but yet he found his feet moving closer to her, until he was standing behind her head. He bent down, bending his knees, tugging her upright with his arms underneath her arms. She was breathing, low and steady. Tom shook her, urging her awake, her head lolling to the side.

He tugged her closer, pulling her back against his knees, pulling her head upright, still shaking her ever so slightly. "Come on, lovely, wake up," he said, already annoyed by this distraction from his work.