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Would there ever come a feast where at least one student didn't decide to be the one?
The first hadn't been so bad. Nothing, in his memory had happened to set him off. It was the subsequent feasts that began to see trouble rising and if he could help it, Malachi would find out why and put a stop to it. They'd been given the warning, next would come action. It was only unfortunate the good may end up as collateral.
A necessary evil if they kept this up. For now, he was tired.
The Headmaster pulled himself up the stairs and over to the stone gargoyles. There was something about a message in his floo? Some message he needed to go through his floo? Whatever it was, Malachi was interested to know what could have the Minister himself calling in on the first night back. Something urgent perhaps, otherwise he imagined it could wait 'til morning.
Stuffed from the feast, and exhausted besides, Trent slumped his way into his room. He moved over to the fire, muttering unintelligibly while he tried to rub the oncoming sleep from his face. Ugh, please tell him this wouldn't take long. It'd been a long day and he needed some sleep before the first day of lessons. Malachi stuck his head into the flames, feeling a sudden and unexpected tug.
Then he was gone.
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______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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