Tommy was nervous about meeting Rabastan at The Resort the next morning. What had he done? Was he going completely insane? When he was in the midst of writing something, he would rarely even share it with his siblings, even Gustav, and they were the people he trusted most in the world. Now he had plans to discuss ideas for a new novel with some English tourist he barely knew anything about. 

 What did he know about Rabastan Lestrange besides his name? He was an Englishman who spoke no Swedish, he was older than him, he was well-dressed and he had good manners. The most likely scenario was that he was a wealthy tourist who just happened to have read one of his works. But still, he was a wealthy tourist who might be able to help Tommy out of the problem he was currently him, so he thought he may as well hear what the man had to say. 

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 The morning Tommy and Rabastan were to meet was a warm Sunday morning. Tommy spotted Rabastan sitting at one of the few outdoor tables outside the café. Tommy walked up at a slow pace, waiting for Rabastan to notice he was there. When their eyes did meet, Tommy quickened his pace, and gave a smile that he felt must have made him look incredibly nervous, or maybe just stupid. 

 "Good morning," he said. "Um, thanks for meeting with me." 

 Rabastan smiled. "I certainly don't mind. So, I'll guess your writer's block hasn't gotten any better since yesterday?" 

 Tommy shook his head. "No. I'm hoping that discussing new ideas for a book might help me get over it. I have to get over it if I'm ever going to get on with my career. When you visited me yesterday, you suggested a story about a man seeking redemption. You wouldn't to have come up with any details, would you?" 

 Rabastan shrugged. "I don't know. A man who has a bad past, done bad things. He needs to-well, I don't suppose he needs to find redemption, but he wants to. Is that...I don't know how your writing process works, but is that enough for a start?" 

 Tommy scribbled down the idea on the notepad he had brought with him, and then stared down at it. It really was a start, wasn't it? It was something he could build on, expend on. It was an idea that could go places. 

 "Yes. Yes, Rabastan, this is a great start," he said. "Thank you. Are you a writer, by any chance?" 

 Rabastan scoffed. "I doubt I'd be any good at it. I wouldn't know where to start." 

 "Ah, but clearly you do." Tommy smiled and held up the notepad. "This is a place to start." 

 "Well, you're welcome. You know what? I'll go inside and get us coffee and pastries to celebrate this breakthrough of yours." 

 "Oh. You don't have to-" 

 "No, please." Rabastan held up a hand. "I insist. I really think this is something worth celebrating." 

 Tommy leaned back in his chair. What had he done to get so lucky as to meet Rabastan Lestrange? This was the second time he was buying him pastries, he had given him a perfect idea to create a new story with, and he was so polite on top of it. It felt too good to be true, which meant there had to be something bad involved in all of this. However, Tommy really didn't care at the moment; to him, everything was getting back on track, and that was really all that mattered.