Tom and Henrik immediately froze upon hearing the sound of several throats clearing. Noticing their unexpected company, Henrik scrambled to get to his feet but Tom stubbornly held him in place. The Slytherin levelled his loyal followers with a bored, nearly blank stare. He raised an eyebrow at them, silently daring them to say a word. None took the risk, each agreeing that it was much too early to be Crucio’d, so they piled in silently and filled the empty seats. Eager to taste his mate’s cooking, Tom finally let Henrik go only to let him sit down beside him and pull his seat as close as physically possible. The Dark Lord was possessive, so what? Nobody would be surprised.