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Tazenhani 
What an experience.
Sabel ran a hand through his hair with a heavy sigh and then scrubbed his face, hoping that he wouldn't trip on his feet. Combined with a bad sleep last night and the numerous excited people, he felt more drained than he had when he woke up.
Ambling over to the Gryffindor table with Chaucer's arm strangely hooked in his, he gave Raiden a small smile. "Thanks by the way. You have good timing."
Chaucer's face was pale and his whole composure suggested that he had just barely triumphed over some illness that had him in bed for weeks. He uncrooked his arm from Sabel's, which even he had to admit was unseemly for a young man, and sat down at the nearest bench.
He looked over at Sabel with a haunted look:
"My friend, we have survived something astounding today. The sort of thing people write books about and experience trauma for several years afterwards!" Huh, it was rather impressive once he thought about it. Still, he felt like he had been on the verge of passing out before the prefect came along.
Getting out a pen and paper from his bag, he immediately began to scribble down a message. Whispering something inside an envelope, he put the message inside afterwards and sealed the lid. A flick of his wrist and he sent the letter off to its destination.
Kellen would need to hear about this.