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Before parting for bed, Norway, England, and Romania stopped in the middle of the next corridor, making sure that they were out ear and eye's length from the very 'odd' teachers.
England spoke up in a hushed voice: "So, you kept the metal?"
Norway grinned in the darkness of the candle-lit corridor.
"Naturally." He answered softly, holding up the fine pieces with a handkerchief.
"And Romania, will you be alright?"
Romania let out a quiet chuckle. "Yeah, I have bandaged enough already to stop the bleeding. Although that did hurt, Norway."
"Would have hurt more if you bandaged them in, idiot." Norway shot back.
"Tch. Anyways, fancy teachers handing out detentions to wounded students, hey?"
"I bet they didn't recognise…"
"Maybe… Anyways, they did say a decent thing back there, we should probably get some sleep, and I'm more tired than an athlete after a thirty-mile run." He sighed.
"According to what I witnessed, you technically did do a thirty-mile run."
Romania and England chuckled to themselves softly at the memory. England could almost hear his panting outbursts echoing off the walls.
This was broken, however, when Norway sighed indifferently and turned away, heading off to his Ravenclaw common room.
"Oh yeah, and if you want this metal back, you are going to have to earn it." He called over his shoulder, making Romania scowl.
"Oi!"
England shuffled his feet guiltily, he knew what this was about.
"Ahh, um, I should go too, see you…"
"Oh, Right… Catch you tomorrow…morning…" Romania's scowl turned into a groan.
"I am so looking forward to it." England replied sarcastically, leaving the corridor, just as Norway had done.
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A new sun rose above the dark halls of Hogwarts. It was morning, and all of the students were beginning to just wake up from their 'real', short naps, just as the professor's had instructed.
The breakfast hall was full of loud chattering that morning, as everyone wanted to share their version of the 'fainting event'. The excitement and anticipation of the students had been steadily climbing higher, until a stern voice quelled the noisy students.
"Now, we are aware of last night's situation, but there is no need to show any immaturity or restlessness." The speaker began, gaze falling onto the door.
"Us teachers would wish that you all resume your natural progress in your education, so after Breakfast, nothing has changed. These 'fainting events' are nothing you need to concern yourselves with. Thank-you."
The teacher strode away from the end of the hall, and the students, understanding this finality, brought their attention back to eating and their previous conversations.
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Meanwhile, three tired students dragged themselves up to a chilly, unopened office. The three were led by an equally drowsy teacher, which did not show a single sign of grace on the way.
She fumbled with the keys for a moment, before giving up and hissed a muffled "Alohomora."
The door immediately unlocked with a loud metallic 'Click'.
"This way now…." Françoise pushed open the door, revealing her office.
She might have been a snob, but her office had sure had style.
"Sit."
Françoise gestured towards three, pre-aligned and classy white wooden chairs that fitted quite well with the rest of the office.
The three obeyed silently.
"Ok, now I want you children to answer all my questions truthfully." She walked behind an equally stylish desk and sat down. "No Fibs, my sneakoscope might as well hand out point deductions…." Françoise briskly glanced at a strange, circular object lying on her desk.
"…."
"And you will answer with a 'Yes, Mrs. Bonnefoy.'"
"Yes, Mrs. Bonnefoy….." The three chanted.
"Right, now down to business. As far as we know, you three were up, bright and bushy tailed when we finally…ah….woke up. What we don't know is this:"
"We? Where is the other teacher?" England snarled, still not used to the oddity of this teacher. She had yet still, to gain his personal trust and respect. Which, In England's mind, was not going to happen, as you must absolutely not dis the great United Kingdom.
"Don't Interrupt!" She snarled, but with no effect.
"Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?" Romania dared to ask.
"I have never seen you before in my life! Now stay on subject!"
The sneakoscope flickered a bright yellow, coming to life for a split second.
Mrs. Bonnefoy flushed a deep red, which died down as soon as the flickering device had done so too.
"O-ok….No more of that. Back to what we don't know."
"What we don't know." Norway began, calming and dull as ever. "Is how you may have known us. You are a Hogwarts teacher, we, are those of what must remain hidden."
Françoise raised an eyebrow, scanning Norway with her bright purple eyes. She then glanced at the sneakoscope, and said nothing in return.
So Norway had found out, that this device could also be bent to his favor.
"Why were you up at a time like last night?"
"We simply woke up early."
Norway took the wheel from there. Romania was grateful, they were possibly saved.
The battle of the sneakoscope had begun.
"Were you behind these events?"
"No."
"Do you know who was behind these events?"
"No. Do you?"
Mrs. Bonnefoy paused, before narrowing her eyes, and staring at her painted finger nails.
"A faint idea. Now, remember, I am the one asking the questions, Mr.?"
"Bondevik."
"Mr. Bondevik, may I ask that you know who the teacher is here?"
"You…um… Mrs. Bonnefoy."
"Good, now we will have none of your nonsense."
"Yes, Mrs. Bonnefoy…"
Norway, Romania and England were still quite skeptical, but were willing to get this dreary detention over with at the same time. They decided to let her off the hook. For now, anyways.
In the end, 'Mrs. Bonnefoy' could not get any information whatsoever out of the three. The said as little as they could, but still enough not to raise suspicion. Of course, this was all lead by a very cunning Norwegian.
All she could possibly conclude, from the boy's description, was that they simply woke up from their 'fainting', just like everyone else. Same time, same 'innocent' confusion.
"You may leave now…" Françoise sighed. "There is some breakfast set aside for you lot. I will see you, quite possibly soon…"
Norway, England and Romania hurried out of the fancy office, all very pleased with their get-away, and with a huge ravishing hunger on their minds.
Especially Norway. He didn't seem to have an appetite last night. His plate remained clean.
And then there was England and Françoise, apart from their hunger, could only think of one thing.
"Oh, If only she knew…"
"Oh, If only they knew…"
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