Nick was in one of his more morose moods, hung up on the business of Ginny and Neville and worried about how they were ever going to get out of this horrid business of servant-hood. His pacing had lead him, rather mindlessly, to the third floor west wing.He stared out of a window for a while, reminiscing. Somehow, he thought, he had to do something to make a difference. He was in the unique position of not being punishable by the authorities. Surely he could think of some way to help!