They were in their dorm room, lounging on Tom’s bed with the curtains drawn, one evening in early April. The winter heating charms had been removed with the arrival of spring, but it was still too cold for students to sit comfortably in the draughty library or the even colder Great Hall, and so the common room was bustling. While they could certainly claim seats for themselves – good ones, even, given their high places in the hierarchy – it was difficult to set privacy wards in an open area, and Tom had wanted to ask questions about the ongoing muggle war.