Jack always tried to visit every child he could, even if he they couldn't see him. He didn't want to miss a single person out. He sat on a windowsill and gazed in, tapping his staff against the glass to cover it with ice.
Harry couldn’t sleep–it was always too cold in their room for that. He heard a soft tap against the window and sat up curiously, turning to see a boy. He climbed out of bed and wrapped his blanket tighter around him, gazing up in awe at him. He lifted a hand in a small wave.
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“Of course I’ll come back, we can be friends as long as you want.” He smiled. “What’s your name?”















