Nathan just stood there and stared at the mess. Who bloody did this to his room?! His temper rises with each intake of breath. Calm down, Nathan. Nothing he knew was really lost and gone. Good thing, he wasn't stupid to leave his most valuable possessions in here. Well accept the letters he wrote to his father two years ago but of course, were left unanswered as always. Not that it mattered to him anymore. Sighing, he picked up the ripped letters that were thrown carelessly on the floor. The rest of his battered things, he would clean it up with magic later. Years of enduring all kinds of mishaps in this school have thought him not to trust anything or anyone. He suspected it could be Peeves but unlikely, he wouldn't go this far knowing he would face Bloody Baron's wrath. Hmm... the Hufflepuff ghost? The Fat Friar has been acting all strangely lately. Yup...no doubt about it.