LefthandedFreak: (hugs Skellum) You really like it! Bless you! (Hugs again) And your right, I do know you too well.

Josh, Figment Man: Too bad you can't say the same for yourself.

LefthandedFreak: Your right, I don't know myself. (Shrugs) Anyways, this chapter is just as short as the last. I first wrote it with different plans in mind and then I thought 'Uh…no Snape wouldn't do that…besides, that's moving way to fast' so I switched it around a bit and got it to a point of liking.

Josh, Figment Man: And now all my respect is slowly starting to sink down into a bottomless pit.

LefthandedFreak: Don't make me hit you. Anyways, sorry for anything that's been misspelled or anything like that. Also, this chapter is just a bit shorter than I first intended, and is now a bit shorter than the last one, but will hopefully be very good. I hope you enjoy!

Previously…

There, on a shelf filled with ingredients and old potions books from previous years, laid a small green box, yellow ribbon curled into a bow, and a silver tag that bore the initials 'S.S.' on it.

And now the continuation…

I picked up the small package, studying it as I did so, mostly the shape and curve of the letters. I didn't recognize the handwriting so it couldn't have been a colleague or student that I knew. Well, such a small thing as this couldn't hold something of much interest in it.

Still, I pondered about opening it, rolling it between my fingers, studying the box for any tampering or spell work. Finally, quite satisfied that it was safe, I pulled on the corner of the ribbon, causing the bow to unravel and fall from the box and to the floor. I eyed the tiny package before conceding and removing the lid.

Inside, among the crunched paper, lay a…. pen? What was so important about a muggle writing tool? Slipping it from its secure spot, I held it up for a better view. It was in the shape of a dragon. The tail curved out the back, swishing back in forth, its small hunched legs twitching every now and then from probable lack of use. The mouth was holding the writing tip, chewing every now and then absentmindedly as its eyes shot a look around the room.

It was a very intricate design if I would have guessed and probably took quite awhile to put together. By why would someone leave something like this, more than likely a present for someone else, just lying around in the open? Looking back in the box, I reached in and pulled out a small piece of parchment, curled into a small roll and tied closed.

I removed this ribbon as well, allowing it to fall to the ground quite aware that I would have to clean it up later, and unrolled the letter.

Dear S.S.

I have noticed you for quite sometime ignoring everyone else and seeing how much time you spend to yourself. Even in the dormitory you seem to keep yourself distant from all around you.

My suspicions of it being meant for someone else were confirmed. By why was it here?

Everyone I've talked to says you're extremely shy around others and have a hard time communicating with anyone. I've figured that if you can't speak to a friend, why not write to one? I would very gladly appreciate it if we, if you wanted, could become friends by letter. We don't even have to meet or know who the other is (well you won't need to know who I am anyways). I await your reply by the Herbology garden. Simply send the letter by school owl, they'll know where to put it.

Yours truly,

X.X.

Obviously, someone had a lot of time. Silly idea really; friends by letter. I flicked my wand once, destroying the ribbon on the floor and headed out the door. Once back in my room I collapsed into one of my splendid chairs, sighing just for spite, when I realized I still had that silly gift in my hands.

Odd how someone put so much work into something if they didn't even know that the person would agree. Perhaps they thought that they would reply, desperate to have friends, grateful that they finally been noticed. If anything bothered me more than the student body, it was knowing that the student body held naïve people among its masses.

The more I thought about it, the more it annoyed me. Some one had to teach the devils that there was no such thing as immediate friendship, that one should rely on one's self, not on another's. Something wet sliding through my fingers disturbed my thoughts.

Gracing myself to look, I realized that I had snapped the gift in half having strengthened my hold on it as I thought. I starred at the know ruined present, that someone had worked so hard to perfect, to find it mangled in my fingers, ink spilling from within and to the floor. I stared at it for awhile before removing the box that it came from from within my pocket and, ever so slowly, opened it and placed the once majestic dragon back inside.

The next day, early in the morning, I strode outside and placed the box in open view, to make sure that whoever sent it, saw it…. and cried.

I had no pity for the naïve.

LefthandedFreak: (hides behind bookshelf) Please don't eat me.

Josh, Figment Man: Don't worry Lefthand they won't try. In fact, I'd be afraid too. Who knows what you taste like.

LefthandedFreak: (hits Josh with frying pan) shush you.

Josh, Figment Man: (rubs back of head) on day, I swear I'll be rid of you.

LefthandedFreak: All in your head. Anyways, Read and Review, please!