Tom eyed the closed curtains around Potter’s bed speculatively as he completed his nightly ablutions. He hadn’t seen Potter in the common room at all, but the boy had somehow beaten him into the dorm room, seemingly eschewing any introductions to his new housemates. A mild curiosity, but one Tom wouldn’t forget. Surely Potter’s anti-sociability indicated something? Tom would learn the truth, sooner or later. He always did.