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Nora still wouldn't wake up. It's already been around a week and a half. Her heart rate was continuously slowing down. Arthur and Vasilica hoped she would wake up... They were walking to the hospital ward to go check on her, barely talking. Vas talked a little with Arthur.

"Arthur... what if she, you know, dies?" Arthur didn't want to consider the possibility.

"That won't happen. We both know her. She'll survive." They walked into the hospital ward, where they found Prof. Jones standing over Nora, an uncharacteristically solemn look on his face with his hat to his chest. The two boys walked over before they realised something.

Nora wasn't breathing.

Both of their eyes widened as Vasilica checked her pulse.

Nothing.

Arthur couldn't believe it... their friend...dead. Prof. Jones slowly spoke.

"Died one hour ago..." Vas was shaking a bit.

"Do... do her parents know?" He nodded.

"They will be here for the funeral."

They were very near crying when lunch came. On top of all that, there was more whisper.

"Did you hear about that girl?"

"Yeah. Nora... Norge..."

"Yeah her. That friend of the vampire freak."

"I heard she died of an unknown spell."

"Maybe this is the consequence of being near that freak."

"Doesn't that mean Arthur's going to die next?"

Vasilica heard it all, and leaned over to Arthur, silently crying into his robes.

"Why does everyone hate me...?" Arthur rubbed his back.

"They just can't accept how awesome you are, so they try to lower it. Ignore them so that doesn't happen."

"Now that Nora's gone, I only have one friend left..."

At the end of Lunch, Alfred got up and cleared his throat.

"I have an announcement. Another student was supposed to attend with his sister, but his arrival was severely delayed. So let me welcome..."

A figure came through the doors. When Arthur and Vasilica saw him, they gasped. Pale blond hair... deep indigo eyes...floating curl...cross clip...

"Lukas Thomassen!"

Crap. I know this chapter is really short, but my arms hurt for unknown reasons, and it's 5 in the morning.

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