The second year dorm was empty, and Christopher was exhausted. He plopped down on his scarlet bed, sighing. It'd been quite a crazy week. He was definately glad to be back. Hogwarts was his home after all. Kicking off his shoes, he rolled over, staring out the window. He wondered when Elyon would return Baltimore. He hoped she wouldn't be disappointed when she saw that Mum didn't write back. She never would. Not as long as they were at Hogwarts. He sighed again, plunging his face into his pillow. |