"This air is not very fresh," Tom's voice comes from behind her, a tingle sent up her spine. She had decided in the library he knew  exactly what he was doing, which is confirmed by the hint of a smirk. She tilts her head, determined not to let him get to her (as futile as that might be). The muggle war may be over, Grindelwald may be defeated, but the foundations of the new reign of terror brew within Tom's dark eyes. 