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The Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Eduard Von Bock, sat alone in his office. It was so dark that he could barely see anything. Prof. Von Bock was sitting cross-legged with his head and back slumped forwards. If there was more light, it would be obvious that he was shaking like mad. The Estonian's voice was shaky.
"S-Sir?" Even though he was alone, another voice was heard from all around.
"Yes?" He took a deep breath.
"T-The third attempt was successful. He's in."
"That is good. He will give us good information about him, da?" Eduard quickly nodded.
"With him in, we probably won't lose."
"Probably?" Eduard tensed up.
"No... we will win..."
"Good. Continue with your work." The lights turned back on, and Eduard took a deep breath. Russia terrified him.
Meanwhile, Lukas went up to Arthur.
"So you're the boy who lived?" He stuck out a hand. "I'm Lukas Thomassen, Nora's brother." Vas sighed.
"You do look a lot like your sister... I'm going to miss her..." Lukas looked at the Romanian.
"Yes, but she is in a better place." Arthur frowned.
"I guess you're right..." Lukas gave a very slight smile.
"You have me now. You can trust me." Arthur looked into his indigo eyes.
"Yeah... I guess I can trust you..." That sentence lacked a bit of emotion, but Vas didn't pay much attention to it. Loosing your friend can do that... Arthur looked back down. "School resumes tomorrow." He looked at Lukas. "Where were you for the past two months anyways?"
"There was something I needed to take care of back in Norway." Arthur nodded.
"Okay." Vas, however, narrowed his ruby red eyes. Something wasn't right here. Call it a feeling, but Vasilica Ionescu had a sinking feeling in his stomach. In the end, he shrugged a bit. Maybe it was just false intuition. It happens sometimes.
He would trust Lukas for now.
In the headmaster's office, Alfred gave an annoyed sigh.
"Why wasn't Arthur sorted into Gryffindor? Gryffindor is the house of heroes! Why was this hero sorted into the house of nerds?!" The sorting hat smirked.
"I would tell you, Alfred Foster Jones, but I'll leave that for you to figure out." Alfred slammed his hand down on the desk.
"Tell me, dammit! I had everything planned out! What went wrong?"
"More than you could ever imagine~" Alfred glared at the hat.
"I hate you so much right now."
"We'll just keep it that way." Professor Laurinatus walked in.
"Headmaster? What's wrong? Do you need some coffee?" Prof. Jones stood up.
"I'll get it myself... Just take that damn hat away." The Lithuanian raised an eyebrow at this, but moved the sorting hat into another room until the headmaster calmed down.
As Alfred F. Jones walked down the corridor, something was on his mind.
'Wasn't Nora Thomassen an only child?'
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