Tom paced in the halls, fingers running through his hair in desperation. He needed to get out of here, but that was a task that appeared to be impossible. There was no way out of this. His first mistake was taking the stairs up in the DADA towers, what had he expected from going this way? He’d trapped himself. He thumped on his head, still pacing. “Damn it,” he grumbled, teeth tugging on his bottom lip as he pulled out his wand, ready to battle. It was too soon, he… he couldn’t be found here.
After 3 full back and forth paces, Tom noticed a door that definitely wasn’t there before. Wait.. had it always been there. It didn’t matter now, he had a chance at escaping. He quickly let himself in to the room, quietly closing the door behind him. Odd, there was another door, seemingly floating in the middle of the room.
Could this be the room of requirement he’d heard whispers of? If so… what was this door? Hearing voices out in the halls, Tom thought less of why, and rushed in through the second door.
Once he was through the door, he found himself in what appeared to be the same room, but there was no talking in the halls. He waited a moment, insuring that he couldn’t even hear a footstep. After a couple of moments, he exited the room.
His mouth nearly dropped, seeing the halls weren’t quite the same, the decor was most definitely different. Had he… time traveled? “I suppose I did need to get away…” he pondered, aloud. There was still little splatters of blood against the collar of his white dress shirt, only a few, but still noticeable enough. Unfortunately for him, he did not know any spells or potions for removing blood stains. Perhaps a bit of pre-planning next time wouldn’t hurt.
His back straightened, wand grasped tightly in his hand as a young boy in Slytherin uniform rounded the corner. Arching a brow, Tom looked him up and down. “I don’t recall ever seeing you here…” he thought quickly on his feet, opting to act as though he were a student in this time and age.