CLANK.

RATTLE.

CLANK.

The Bloody Baron's chains were never quiet and this night was no different when the silvery ghost floated over to the snake table. Glancing around the table he groaned very audibly at the sight of all the unfamiliar faces. He was not going to learn the new names. He refused.

Floating past some of the Ilvermorney students the Baron stopped to hover next to young Eddie Blaze. With his hand on his sword he shot the boy a long look as he asked quietly. "Are you not excited to meet foreign students from across the seas?"