Lucien had stewed over the field trip for the last two days. His attitude toward the children had darkened further, his demeanor in general had grown darker and less tolerant after what he had heard. Not only had it not been the great success he was hoping for, the children had clearly still not learned enough of...anything.

What was left to do? Killing them all would be the easier route at this point. The alliance had spread throughout Europe. There were other wizarding schools, the future was no in jeopardy of losing just the Hogwarts brood. In fact, he didn't even have to kill them all, just the ones that had proven time and time again they refused to adapt and would be of no use in the new world order they would create.

They would not survive anyhow.

But no, he had better ideas for the moment. At 4:30 AM, bright and early, the Headmaster walked out to the courtyard, followed behind by the squad and his followers. They lined the corridors that bordered the courtyard and waited.

Suddenly, a LOUD alarm went off. One that would be shockingly loud and clear no matter where you happened to be sleeping.

Seconds later, his voice boomed through the entire castle, as loud as the alarm:

"Everyone with any will to live will report to the courtyard. I don't care to wait for you to get properly dressed, we have enough charms to handle the weather. This is not a request. I'm quite done making those. You have ten minutes." Gracious allowance for those in the towers.