In which Tom writes a letter to Nathan.

As a rule, one certain Gryffindor witch always sat alone by the fire, waiting to watch her best friend silently traipsing up to the boy's dormitory after his torturous Occlumency session. Tonight was just like many other nights. She was waiting for him into the small hours... (idea taken from a tiny detail in "the slug club party" but this is NOT its companion piece)

name sais it all. r n r, first fanfic plz be nice.