Alex, hidden in the shadows of the thicket and trees on the lake-bank, watched a giant tentacle rise out of the water. He doubted Hogwarts would be any different from Durmstrang. He would keep hiding, eluding everyone - a willing loner. It was as if the bright sun and the dazzlingly white clouds mocked him. The wind carried the sounds of other students his way and he heard broken sentences, "Blair... where's Floresca... hey... Sierra"
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