That night in the Gryffindor common room after everyone else left
Timothy stayed downstairs. He sat by the window and watched the passing
animals running back and forth from the Forbidden Forest. Then he saw
someone sitting on the ground with their knees curled to their chest.
Looking closer he realized that it was Samara. He ran up to his room and
opened his trunk. He pulled out a small silvery cloak and remembered what
he was told when his father gave it to him.
"Son, your mom would kill me if she knew I gave you this, but I think you'll need it as much as I did when I was your age, just hopefully not for the same reasons. It's an invisibility cloak. But please, use this wisely. Don't take advantage of it." He pulled it on and walked to the common room.
"Here I go." He said to himself as he pushed through the painting of the Fat Lady. "Well! I say! Do you know what time it is? Waking me up in the middle of the night like this!" She said, but stopped when she didn't see anyone there. He went out to where Samara was sitting. He tapped her on the shoulder and she jumped up.
"Whose there?"
"Chill out, 'Mara, it's me, Timothy." He said taking off the cloak.
"Oh, God, you scared me."
"Sorry."
"That's a pretty cool cloak, where'd you get it?"
"My dad, but he said Mom would freak if she knew, so I have to keep it a secret, I just saw you out the common room window, and I thought, well."
"That's cool, don't worry. Your secret's safe with me."
"Great. That's a relief. Hey I was talking to my father's best friend's son, he's my friend too, and he said your father and our parents are like, total enemies. Is that true?"
"Yeah, he talks about them all the time, but I don't care. I still want to be your friend."
"Yeah, me too." They talked for a few hours, but realized they had to go back. He walked her under the cloak to her common room door, but then walked back to his.
"Darolus Fidgitis." He whispered to the Fat Lady.
"Ugh! What's the big idea? It's three in the morning!" she said as she swung forward. He walked upstairs and went to bed, only able to think of Samara.
"Son, your mom would kill me if she knew I gave you this, but I think you'll need it as much as I did when I was your age, just hopefully not for the same reasons. It's an invisibility cloak. But please, use this wisely. Don't take advantage of it." He pulled it on and walked to the common room.
"Here I go." He said to himself as he pushed through the painting of the Fat Lady. "Well! I say! Do you know what time it is? Waking me up in the middle of the night like this!" She said, but stopped when she didn't see anyone there. He went out to where Samara was sitting. He tapped her on the shoulder and she jumped up.
"Whose there?"
"Chill out, 'Mara, it's me, Timothy." He said taking off the cloak.
"Oh, God, you scared me."
"Sorry."
"That's a pretty cool cloak, where'd you get it?"
"My dad, but he said Mom would freak if she knew, so I have to keep it a secret, I just saw you out the common room window, and I thought, well."
"That's cool, don't worry. Your secret's safe with me."
"Great. That's a relief. Hey I was talking to my father's best friend's son, he's my friend too, and he said your father and our parents are like, total enemies. Is that true?"
"Yeah, he talks about them all the time, but I don't care. I still want to be your friend."
"Yeah, me too." They talked for a few hours, but realized they had to go back. He walked her under the cloak to her common room door, but then walked back to his.
"Darolus Fidgitis." He whispered to the Fat Lady.
"Ugh! What's the big idea? It's three in the morning!" she said as she swung forward. He walked upstairs and went to bed, only able to think of Samara.