In this life, on August 16th, Tom returned to his seedy rental flat off Knockturn Alley after the sun had set. He lit the candles scattered throughout the room with a flick of his wrist, hanging his robe and walking into the kitchen to scrounge up a meal. It was not a long walk. The entire apartment was little more than a closet, containing a bed, a small table, a wardrobe and a kitchenette, with a shared bathroom in the hallway.