 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
The creatures had killed a Professor. Typical.
Alessandro was really starting to understand his cousins’ perpetually disdain for Hogwarts. It was hard to get any scrap of learning done when things like pink creatures ate the professors. And that was only the plight of this term. Each and every year he had been in attendance, the school had some kind of crisis. This pattern could be traced back as early as the late-twentieth century. These were not coincidences.
He ceased his silent judgement the moment he heard a little voice cry out the name of one of his friends. One he had been eagerly searching for in the crowd. Al felt himself relax. And Emma was safe, too, it seemed. Good. That was good.
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