Hermanonie stood in a dark room using her magic stick to light around her. She was waiting for someone. Whomever could it be?
Then, a figure approached.
"Hermanonie," it said.
"DRACO MALDONO! I've been waiting for three whole minutes, I hadn't charged my magic stick so I could have been in the dark by myself," she said.
"Hermanonie. My father is ill. He is dying. We have medicine that will save him, but for dramatic effect: he is dying," he said.
"That's terrible!" Hermanonie cried, "What does he have?"
"Bubonic plague," he said.
"Unpleasant." She said.
They briefly embraced. Maldono's father would be fine.
They talked for a while. They laughed at stories of Harry and Frognal. They laughed and sighed at their existence. The pain of others is truly healing of one's self.
"Goodbye Draco Maldono, may Satan be with you" Hermanonie smiled.
"And to you too, may Satan be with you" he replied before dashing into the shadows at the speed of a twelve year old boy.
The night came, and they were both asleep in their beds. Dawn would come soon, and with it, another day.