Tom forcibly thrust himself to the forefront of Hermione’s awareness, crowding out everything else with his presence as he always did. His body was lithe, small compared to other men despite being much taller than she was, and could even be considered fragile. But there was so much life contained in him; he was an inferno of charisma and rage, suffocating her even as he verbally offered her space to get angry and truly be herself.