The fireplace crackled, the dungeons dark and gloomy as usual. The rain pounded hard against the stone castle... The smell of his cologne was strong but not overbearing as the two sat arm to arm on the couch. Thomas would never let anyone so much as brush past him and yet he was sitting here next to this girl he's known all his life, craving her soft touch as they study for the upcoming test...

"And what exactly do you think you were doing with that mudblood boy earlier hm?"

The memory form earlier that day had just popped up again, he was so mad he had to go see the basilisk to calm down before he did something rash... He hated it, the way he'd do anything for you...