Hugo pushed open the door of the compartment he sat in on the trainride to Hogwarts. He remembered. It was one of the best memories of the year. Just chilling with all his friends. Now one of his friends was gone, the other was going and another one was probably heart broken. He suddenly felt very nostalgic as he sat down on his own. A needle of Faustus was sticking out of the fabric. All of it was slowly fading away...