It was an Hogsmeade week end and even if Harry was usually the first ready to go to the little Wizarding village, this day, he was late. And it wasn’t because of Tom who was silently waiting Harry, sat on the latter’s bed. The Head Boy was looking at the mess that was the room with his nose wrinkled in distaste. He would be glad to get out as soon as possible. There were clothes everywhere on the floor and Harry’s trunk was open for everyone to see. Every items was thrown in it without logic and maybe, it was open because it was impossible to close. Tom had sat carefully on the wrinkled bed sheets and had avoided a suspicious stain when he had sat down earlier. Still, the mess didn’t repelled him from discreetly stealing another one of Harry’s sweater.