“So why exactly didn’t you come back last term?”

“I got into Durmstrang and……”

Beezus listened as Mordred told her how his life at Durmstrang went. All she could do was feel sorry for him because apparently, his cousins made him look like a fool while he was there. Then their conversation arrived to the tragedy that swept her family into pieces and next thing she knew, her head was on his shoulder and he was caressing her back, trying to calm her down for she had been crying.

There on the Owlery, with the owls’ hooting, their friendship strengthened.