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It was him. The angel.
Both boys stood in shock and fascination as their parents greeted each other, and only a quick glare from his father made Tom remember to bow politely.
"P-pleased to meet you," he murmured, and then cursed his tongue for the stutter, and his throat for the raspy tone of his voice, and his heart for being a traitor.
And the angel—Harry, he had to remember that name now, it was of utmost importance—smiled at him. "The pleasure is mine.”
Tom immediately wanted to hear more of his voice. It was a light, melodious sound, and his heart skipped a beat at the realisation that this would not be the only time he would have the privilege of listening to it.
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Wooh!! Frankenstein inspired Tomarry, with an emphasis on Tom being a gaslighting girlboss who doesn't know how to handle his emotions <3
