It was a fairly peaceful tuesday afternoon after classes, as you lay beside Tom in his dorm, who was sat with a book in his hands, attention devoted to the old-looking book about the Dark Arts. Typical.

You had been worriedly rambling about the recent petrifying of students, muggleborn ones. It was simply cruel.

Not knowing that the person behind these acts, was your bestfriend himself; whom you were sitting beside. He didn't tell you that. Of course he didn't, how could he? You shall not get tarnished.

"Is that so?" He spoke, eyes staying on the book, If only you knew.