He tightens the braces around his wrists, he has pain from an old injury in his right one. He fixes the black shirt underneath his robe and tucks the very meaningful necklace under his shirt. It’s the only thing that he has of his mother, and even if it seems girly to some of his past roommates. Tom will not take it off. Its a luck charm. He feels it against his chest and fiddles a little with the golden chain. His fingers are shaking a little. He takes a few deep breaths caressing his wand with his left hand. The yew wood is nicely polished as it is the only other thing that he can say that he owns that is new and completely his.