The hanging was long over, and Tom had found his way back into wizarding London after follow Ms. Ellis' young sister home, scouting out the area before taking his leave.
He ducked inside Flourish and Blotts, lips giving the slightest curl at the prospects before him. On the rare occasion he managed to find something tucked away in a dimly lit self that somehow had been over looked. There rare occasions had proved invaluable, and he brushed silently passed a dark haired woman, fingers twitching eagerly. "Pardon me," he mumbled, reaching past her to snatch a promising title.