Quietly the main doors opened and closed seemingly on their own, followed shortly by a rustle of the curtains surrounding one of the petrified victims.
Pulling back the cloak to reveal his face, he silently pulled up the chair and gazed down at his friend.
'She must have been terrified.'
Every time he came in, it was the first thought that crossed his mind. It upset him that he could recognize the look on her face, but he had seen it before. It was because of him that she was in here. It was because of everyone blaming him for the attacks that she headed to the library after breakfast.
"Why? You should have been down in the stands. You were supposed to be in the front row cheering for me. Why did you stay in the library for so long?"
He reached out to hold her hand, but instead of just resting it on top, he wrapped his fingers around hers.
"I don't think I can do this without you. We still haven't been able to figure out what's causing it. They've sacked Dumbledore and came to arrest Hagrid. Everyone's saying that they're going to close the school soon.
"I don't want to go back already. I don't want to leave. I don't want to leave you," he whispered with a tear rolling down his cheek. "I miss you so much, I'd do anything to have you wake up."
Leaning in, he rested his head on her shoulder and tightened his grip on her hand. Feeling something brush his fingertip, bent around her arm to see the corner of a scrap of parchment poking out under one of her fingers.