A pressing matter....? Something more pressing than the human-eating balls of pink fluff that were roaming the corridors of the castle they all slept in? Joyce raised an eyebrow but decided against asking any further questions. The man was acting somewhat peculiar but no matter, she was here for business only.
"I'll escort Prefect Dalgaard-Volkova for a search of the dormitories," she agreed, thankful that the girl had volunteered. She was getting too old for this kind of nonsense, honestly, but supervision she could certainly do. "Lead the way," she addressed the Prefect with a curt nod.
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