Anthony looked sadly at the door to Hufflepuff and his shoulders dropped. "Anywhere but here." He wanted to go in, he did. He wanted to take Ioan's stuff with him, go through what he could. Ioan had made a silly promise, back when they were children, long before their days at Hogwarts and wars, that Anthony could have his guitar if anything happened. It had been ridiculous at the time. Nothing would happen to either of them. Eleven years had changed what had once been a silly joke between seven year olds into a crushing thought.
"My room. Or an empty room. I just want to be with you." Because, God, these moments were all the sudden more precious.