'My name is Tom Riddle. May I ask who you are? Tell me, how did you come in contact with this diary? '

'I got you from a friend. '

'That 's lovely... and your name would be? '

-

Dazai breathed into his scarf. A plume of white air clouded up around his face, warm where it left his lungs and freezing once it touched the air. He cupped his hands together and scowled into them.

'You look deep in thought. '

Dazai glanced away from the Hogwarts ' train. Snow was starting to gather on top.

Blaise was watching him from a few feet off, Draco standing stiff as ice at his other side. 'Should I be concerned? '

Dazai puffed out another cloud. 'It 's cold, ' he grumbled.

'It

is