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“Yeah, why don’t you get her a drink and take a seat. It will give me time to sense her. Then I’ll come and introduce myself.” “It might be less weird if we introduced her to both you and Liv, and maybe the four prefects at the same time.” I groaned inwardly, Liv is a mistake that just keeps giving. After a drunken night together, she bullied our year into making her head girl, and right now, she is a loose canon. “Yeah, okay, see you in a bit.” I don’t want to link her, “Seb tell Liv to get her demon spawn and meet us in the common room in half an hour to meet the new girl.”

She reminded me. "True. So there are five Grace's of Gryffindor, that bear walker. You can only differentiate them when you meet with them in person or by their title." I told her. "There's Walker the first Grace of Gryffindor, Walker the third Grace of Gryffindor, Walker the third and all the way up to the fifth." I said looking at her from time to time to make sure she understood. We soon got to the bathroom on Steyn's request and had a warm bath. After that, we toweled our bodies, stepped out and left for lunch.

now it’s finally paying off. Felix and I have been invited to the Packhouse for some of the highest achieving candidates. It’s arranged by Rose Fyrestone every year and Dex always attends. I never got a chance to tell Kate before our row, I wish I had, just so I could see her face drop. Sinead has got an invite too, she is absolutely smashing her Healing classes, whereas I am the Dark Arts queen of campus. Together we make quite a team. Perhaps I might ask Berlarot to bump Martha out of the way.

Conversations stutter and die as every head swivels toward us. Rhett offers a hand. “Come.” It’s not a question. My heart thuds once, hard. I should say no. I don’t. My fingers slide into his, calloused warmth swallowing mine. We walk through the halls like a tide cutting through rock. Students press back, their whispers chasing us: the Royals—and now her. I keep my chin high, though every step rings too loud against the stone. The Great Hall blooms open, cathedral-vast, chandeliers dripping with candles that never melt. The High Table waits on its raised dais, a place of privilege and politics. I never once though I would find myself at this alter. Today they make it look inevitable.

"May your reign bring prosperity and strength to the Slytherin pack." "Here here," the crowd echoed as they raised their own glasses. I drank deeply and felt the satisfaction of achievement settle into my bones. I had done it. I had claimed my birthright and secured my future. Nothing could stop me now.

Draco asked curiously. "I’m afraid not. I locked them in the dungeon. The prison was covered in magic so that its existence was isolated from the outside world. Only people allowed by me or with great magic level c can enter there," said Edmund. "Oh, I really wanted to kill them," Draco complained regretfully. "There are interesting developments. We got the magic badge. We can infiltrate the Red Magic Tower to meet the Dragon Slayer there. Maybe we can find out where Lycus is,” Astrid said while waving the magic badge that had been obtained from the sorcerers.

But trying to juggle both and sit in the shadows while Valenar spread himself thinner each day was unbearable, and she didn't know if she could take much more. The hall became quieter then, as the great doors opened, and the students of Ravenclaw Academy bowed their heads. Slowly the Cerberus pack walked as one fluid unit through the parting crowd, heading towards a special platform in the center of the room. On their backs dressed in white with her pale hair flowing freely, lay Caroline's body.

In the movie Harry Potter, the students attended a kind of magical school called Hogwarts. In their school, there is a stair they used to use them. The stair, standing on it at the first step, you would see it to be very long and sometimes scary to trail. Here in this place the stairs possess the same characteristics as that of the movie Harry Potter. As we moved on the stair, we followed Mr Hartley to the end. And as soon as we finish the end, he took us to a room, I thought at first that the room would be the place we were going to neglecting the saying that we were going to a turnel, so I made up a guess that Mr Hartley must have changed his plan but on getting to the room, Mr Hartley did

I mumbled. “This is the South Wing,” Lara said softly, voice mechanical like she’d memorized the speech. “Most of the dorms are located here. You’ll be staying in Section C, which is mostly first-years. The North Wing houses the arena, the armory, and most training grounds. The East Wing is for the scholars, and the West is restricted unless permitted.” She kept talking and I zoned out. Because what the hell was this? Some Hogwarts-Meets-Asylum hybrid with gods and monsters thrown in for fun?

She'll fit in perfectly. I grab the papers out of the back of the car, then take her hand. I follow the signs for the entrance to the Academy and step inside. The scent of food, lunch preparation, hits me first, burying the scent of everything else for a moment. There’s a large room that must be the dining hall on the left, but I see students walking up from the right. I turn, leading Justine with me as Tyrus lifts his nose in the air and sniffs for Cyra and Yorick.