If you were given a chance to do something, or many things, in your life over again...would you agree? Would you try to keep a semblance of the same person you were; even while stranded in another time or alternate world? Or, would you become what y...
(A/N: Just as a heads up and for a bit of fun as the New Year arrives and flourishes, I decided to use the photos at the beginning of the chapter to this work that will tell you all a bit more me as I am as a person. It won't be terribly specific; you'll need to be perceptive and put pieces together. More than whatever is in my profile; hope you enjoy the tidbits! First Photo: Inner Self-Reflection)
The whole common area stopped what it was doing and froze with tension as Tom stormed down the stairs. The feel of his magic was palpable to all as he made his way to the exit of the room, and no one seemed to dare to stop him or to ask him about why he was angry. All they knew for some surety; was that Hadrian Peverell had to be a part of it.
They had all felt the magic of the two teenage powerhouses of Slytherin. The sheer amount of raw mana that had been exerted while they both were upstairs, and it hadn't always felt nice. Abraxas winced; he knew this was probably not the smartest idea to do right now and that it was highly likely going to not go well, but he had to be sure.
"Tom?" He called cautiously as the other halted his steps and indicated he'd heard him, "I do not mean to pry, but is Hadrian still alive up there? You seemed...angry at him before you left for some reason? And then we all felt what appeared to be a nasty argument down here a while ago?" He asked in a joking manner, "Does he need to see a healer?"
Abraxas seized in place and screamed out in less than a second; Tom's fury ignited irrationally at him, "No one is to be allowed to touch Hadrian in any way, or there will be consequences. Have I made myself clear?"
Abraxas nodded slowly as his eyes had widened in shock to the reaction and then Tom turned to the rest, "Have the rest of you understood? No one is to harm Hadrian at all or to dare to touch him inappropriately, or you will suffer a punishment?"
The room all made noises of agreement as the fear was seen with full clarity about the room, but before Tom could leave...Hadrian himself stepped into the room and he cleared his throat loudly to announce his entrance while all held their breaths. His tone was one of a displeased manner, and Tom was staring now to him as were all the rest; to the armored combat robes and the circlet he wore to signify his true name to them as much as he stared at the muscles that were practically moving underneath like flowing liquid, and all as Tom was trying not to fidget with how nervous he was. He knew he had acted rashly due to his fury.
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(Lord Hadrian James Peverell; only re-imagined by one's self with his green eyes)
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