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Noble had been late to dinner that evening, held up by a student wanting to pick his brains about a NEWTs question in the potions laboratory. And he'd barely sat down and helped himself to a bowl of soup as an appetiser when that screeching had started. The cause of it he had no idea, things had been still and quiet as he'd passed by the main entrance doors only a few minutes earlier. Whatever it was though, it didn't sound good. Pained, almost.
As Regina exited the Great Hall, the Potions Master had looked to his companions at the staff dais, grabbed what remained of his buttered bread roll and wordlessly followed. He finished the roll as he walked, brushing the crumbs from his fingers on his robes. Which direction had the sound come from? The forest seemed the obvious choice to him, but then he caught sight of the Headmistress at the lake. He'd check in with her first.
"Some sort of creature, perhaps?" he replied, catching up to the small party that had begun to gather. Tristan would perhaps have a better idea though.
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