Tom was a bit scared when the ex Headmaster came into the room and he blew up and took their wands, how was he supposed to defend the dueling arena without a wand... This wasn't fait and he was going to be letting his founder down.

Tom looked down on the ground as the headmaster spoke, he was starting to feel very small especially with the way the headmaster was shouting at them. He felt small, like when he was little and he had eaten the last of the ice-cream without his mothers permission.

"Eh..." Tom was feeling so small so his voice was little more than a whisper. "Our founder, Gryffindor... he told us to do it." He was still shaking a little with nervous. "Oh and he also said, when I suggested to get you that we didn't need you because he was the headmaster now." Tom was a bit worried about that. Surely you couldn't have two headmaster. "Oh and then he went off to find Slytherin with his sword out." Now that was something he wanted to see, a duel between the founders.