AN - Sorry this is a little late, but I have been ill and am now feeling better. This will be the last update until after Christmas, with me working in retail. On a side note, many comment about my spelling mistakes. I am dyslexic and edit all my stories myself. I use an audio reader and specialist checker and catch everything I can. I do my best, and that is all that can be asked.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Chapter 29 – End of term
Hogwarts Interlude #2
Filius Flitwick was frustrated. They had been looking and researching for months to find the Hogwarts Monster. But still no luck. He had to admit that they were all struggling. At the start, they had hope of finding the Monster quickly and having the students back by Christmas. There would have been no need for them to go to a different school. Now though, as they moved through January, they were all losing faith. What if they never found the Monster? Would Hogwarts close forever? Would returning the students wake the Monster if it wasn't found by September? No one had any clues. They were all walking around on eggshells.
The Aurors were taking it as a personal insult that the Monster hadn't shown itself, and they hadn't found it. They had been over the school dozens of times with various methods. Filius thought they were now going through again for the umpteenth time. There had been mentions of a map and checking every classroom door, window, and corner. Maybe they would check all the toilets and sick faucets while they were at it. Perhaps then something would turn up. It would take months for them to do that deep of a check.
The research side of things was fairing a little better. They now had a list of magical creatures that could petrify people and were looking into historical references. None had been seen in the British Isles for hundreds of years. But maybe there were references to when they had last been. Maybe an egg or something had been missed. They were also going off the records of the last time. Filius found himself valuable here as one of only two teachers still teaching from that time. Moaning Myrtle was wanted for questions. But tracking her down and questioning the ghost was proving difficult.
On the other front, the curse of the defence position was believed to be broken. They couldn't be sure, however, if it would work. All that was left there was to take a wait-and-see approach. Filius wasn't sure if he wanted Gildroy to last or not. It would be different if it were a better teacher or human being. But the pounce was getting on everyone's nerves. The idiot should be helping, not letting reporters in and posing for photographs. Hogwarts was supposed to be in lockdown for everyone's safety.
But the fact now was that Hogwarts likely wouldn't be opening again after Easter. They were looking at September at the earliest. It would take too much work. The only way they would was if the Monster was found tomorrow. It had been decided to take the opportunity to sort the wards and strengthen them. That would take a month, and everyone would have to leave. Sybil and Argos hadn't been pleased about that. Filius could see a battle getting them to vacate the castle. Even Hagrid would have to move as his hut was on the grounds. The half-giant hadn't put up too much of a fuss, thankfully.
As the end of January came, so did the news that the Dursley enquiry was still ongoing. Albus had looked troubled by that. But Minerva seemed strangely vindicated. Pomona had seemed slightly concerned, while Severus looked mildly ticked off. Though there had been no comments about Harry Potter, the boy had nothing to do with the enquiry. From Albus's troubled look, Filius guessed routine enquiries didn't take this long. So, something else was in the mix or delaying it.
As they matched through February with no news, Filius sighed and put his book down. It was becoming a struggle to keep looking. All the Research groups, including the unspeakables, were becoming disheartened. They had been searching for months in two vast libraries. The Hogwarts library was not small, and Filius now guessed they had read all the books between them with nothing. The Unspeakable Library wasn't small either, and nothing was there. No records, not a hint of what the Monster might be past what they already knew. No indication of where this chamber might be either.
On the other hand, the Aurors seemed to be getting more and more vexed. But at the same time, they were getting more and more resolute. Filius guessed the group wasn't about to give up any time soon. The group had, up until they started mapping the school, being swapping out every few weeks. Doing other jobs between shift rotas at the school. It was probably part of the reason they were doing so well. The group they had now were all volunteers. Barring any emergency, they were here for good. Apparently, the majority of the Aurors were starting to give up. But not this group of detectives.
The Research group had had no such exchange as far as Filius could tell. It had been the same group of teachers and unspeakables working full time. That was probably part of the reason they were all so run down.
"We need a break" Minerva stood. "We are getting nowhere like this."
"Agreed", Pomona stood.
"What we need is different books?" Filius followed as they headed to the great hall.
"Books? I think we have enough books!" Pomona shook her head.
"Between all of us, we have been through them all practically. Anything relevant multiple times. Never mind the extras we ordered and all our own."
"I know Albus has been through the Dumbledore vault and looked through his ancestor's books. I have done the same as well, and still, nothing," Minerva groaned.
"Exactly" Filius nodded. "We need something else."
"But where do we get more books, records, and new ideas?"
"I don't know. But we need to think of something," Filius sighed.
The idea of what to do came to him at the start of March. He was flicking through various letters from his older Eagles. Many of the seventh years wrote to him sporadically. These students had already told him that even if Hogwarts opened after Easter, impossible now, they wouldn't be returning. They weren't going to jump schools just before their exams. One change in their last year had been bad enough. All his 7th-year Eagles were home-schooled, at Beaxbattons, Dumstrang, Kennecott or Nyx. Albus hadn't fussed when he had found out about any of the 7th years. Those students would be graduated when Hogwarts reopened.
Filius knew many of the 6th years were the same. They wouldn't want to return for their last year. They might get one or two, but that would be it. Filius hadn't dared to tell that to Albus. As far as he was aware, Minerva hadn't told the old man either. There would probably be other students from other years. So it was going to take Hogwarts years to recover from this.
But the letters themselves were interesting. All of Filius's 7th-year Eagles had applied to see the Repository after they left school. Most would be going in July when Beaxbattons and Dumstrange were on break. Those attending Kennecott or Nyx had a few more years at school. They had applied through the school visit program. The information wasn't beneficial; there was nothing he could do but encourage them. But the idea of seeing the Repository gave him an idea. It was a Library, an old Library. Not to mention for a new school, Magi Acadmeys Library was well known. He had been saying for a while they needed more books. Maybe he could get a break and help at the same time. Filius didn't hesitate to pull some parchment towards him. Hopefully, he will be taking a trip after Easter.
The reply saying he was accepted as a Scholar to see the Repository came the same day as a letter from Harry Potter. The letter arrived not by the boy's snowy owl but by a post office barn owl. Filius hoped nothing had happened to the boy's owl. Even he knew how much the boy loved the thing.
"What does it say, Albus?"
"It seemed Harry is quite the detective." Albus chuckled. "Headmaster Dumbledore, I was reading a book in my new school's library for a project. It was on Basilisks when I thought that it may be the Monster roaming the halls of Hogwarts. Basilisks only kill when looked at directly; they petrify when non-direct. There was water on the floor the night Mrs Norris was hurt. I remember seeing all the spiders running towards the windows right up to the day we left. I don't know if they have returned since. Salazar Slytherin was a Parselmouth. He could speak to snakes, so it stands to reason his familiar was a snake. Why not the king of snakes. Basilisks, I have learned, can hibernate for hundreds of years. All snakes do over winter but not the years of a Basilisk. So, it isn't unheard of that Slytherin's familiar could still be alive. Just very old and very large. If I remember right, all the roosters were killed the day after the attack, just before we left. That fits as well. I don't understand how a large snake could roam the school and not be seen. I will leave that idea to you. If I am wrong, let me know. Harry Potter"
"It fits" the research team all looked at each other. "Now we just have to work out where and how."
"We'll find it. You work out how it is getting around. But no one goes around alone anymore" the captain of the Aurors looked around the room, and they all nodded. One step closer, they had their Monster. But at the same time, two steps back, they still had issues to solve.
Filius was looking forward to getting away even more. They needed more books. He needed more books. And a change of scenery. Not to mention Albus was becoming more and more unreasonable that the Dursley enquiry was still ongoing. The last Filius had heard was a plan to kidnap poor Harry Potter and lock him in the house with them. No Filius needed to get away. May couldn't come soon enough.
Magere Akademi
Friday 26th March
Harry once again pulled on his formal uniform on the evening of the last Friday of the term. He smiled as he looked at the desk where new letters from his friends sat. Harry had already sent off the replies telling them about Ostara. Ron had finally settled in at Se Ridica. His mentor had told him to see having classes with Ginny as a challenge. A chance to prove himself. Ron had taken it and, with a study buddy, was now doing better in school.
Hermione had made herself a bunch of friends. She now studied for an hour after school with them before relaxing at home. To help, she also went in for an hour before school started. It was a nice balance. The former Gyffindore loved the time with her parents and was amazed that her grades had improved and not slipped now that she had relaxed. Harry just laughed at that. Hermione also said she boarded a few times a month depending on her parent's work and if they had conferences. She was also boarding this week due to exams.
Harry was glad she had settled. His grades had improved now he was working more. But Harry knew his best days were after he had slept more. Doctor White was still coming and giving him a sleeping draught once a week.
"Ready to go" he looked at Agnar.
"Yep," the werewolf smiled as they headed out to meet the others. Once again, they joined a large group of people as they headed to the great hall. The thong of moving white people interspersed with different colours hadn't ceased to amaze him. Though the idea of seeing black had now faded. Harry was now used to seeing the different colours and styles of uniforms daily. The white formal was still different enough to cause him some surprise.
Like before, he found Isur, Luke and Nymira before they sat down together. This was the last formal lunch before easter break. But after Ostara the previous week, a significant question had been playing on Harry's mind.
"Are you coming back after the break, Luke?" he worked up the courage to ask. "You said at Ostara about leaving your childhood behind and moving on."
"Been playing on your mind, has it?" Luke smiled, and Harry nodded.
"Yes, I am, but it will be the last time. I meant what I said I do need to grow up. When I graduated, I wasn't ready to leave, not yet. My classmates were, but I wasn't. So, when Isur messaged about you, I jumped at the chance to return. Looking back, I had been for job interviews but hadn't tried hard to get the position. I hadn't fought for it hard enough. I wasn't ready. Now being back here as a scholar it helped me grow up. I'll be back after the break and help you through that term. I still have much to teach you" Luke laughed, and Harry smiled, as did the other two. "But it will be the last. You need that time with just Isur and Nymira, and I need to get a job. My family supported me in coming back. But now I need to earn my own way."
"We'll miss you, but that is months off yet. Doesn't mean we can't write like we were before," Nymira smiled.
"No, it doesn't. And I will be expecting letters from all of you. Yes, even you, Harry" Luke smiled. All conversation ceased as the Headmistress walked through the door, and they stood. The standing had become familiar to him, and Harry had come to know the deep respect it showed to the Headmistress.
"Please sit", all followed silently, but it didn't stop the scraping of chairs across the floor. "Another term is ending, and what a term it has been. You have all grown, and some of you have had birthdays. All first-years and new students are settling in, and I hope you are relishing this opportunity. But I also know you have been working hard on your studies. This evening we have several awards to give, including those for the egg decorating competition. So, with that, let's order," and she sat down like before. Harry had wondered when those awards would be handed out.
"They don't always wait this long, but it is never longer than a week", Nymira motioned to the eggs still sitting around the room under preservation spells. "Photos will have been taken by now. You collect those tonight, and then the eggs are burned to return them to the earth. That's done outside by the deputies. Not many others join since it is something only the two of them can do."
"Right" Harry nodded, turning back to the menu after a glance at where his own egg was located. It didn't take much to order. He was becoming used to the routine of these dinners, not to mention a little more adventures with his food. Still, tonight he went for something safe.
After a few minutes, Lærer Porter stood, and they all went quiet instantly. It was a stark difference from Hogwarts, where McGonagall had to tap a glass to get silence.
"Another term has come and gone. Everyone has worked hard and, for the most part, behaved." she eyed a few students, and there was a splattering of laughter. Harry couldn't help grinning at the thought of Harley. The first year had earned himself a second detention the other day when Harley and several older students had been caught brewing unauthorized potions. "It is always sad when we say goodbye to some of our Scholars, particularly those who have been with us for some time. We all wish you luck, and you will be welcome back anytime. As an update on the Repository, our RES squad is nearly ready to open the next level. Within a month of school returning, it should be ready for students to look around, and then Scholars a month after. This level has been difficult and hard-won. From what I understand, the theme is air. The next level has been started, but if this one was any indication, it will be some time before the next is ready." with that, she sat down and like in the past, Lærer Little stood straight after.
"It has been an unusual and busy term, hasn't it. But I want to commend you all on how you have done. Our new students from Hogwarts have risen to the challenge and have all improved exponentially. The rest of you have included and welcomed them, which is a credit to all of you. I have never been prouder to teach you and call you my students than before today. It goes to show what teamwork is all about. Thank you, stay safe over the holidays and keep up the good work" with that, he sat down. As in the past, the starter appeared, and Harry dived into it.
"Well, that was interesting. You heard anything else about Hogwarts, Harry?" Nymira looked at him, and Harry shook his head. He hadn't heard anything from the headmaster since he had left. Harry had wondered about that. But it was even more of a worry since he had sent the letter about the Basilisk. He at least should have had something after.
"Strange"
"Very, especially since the headmaster has always controlled where I have stayed in the past."
"Maybe something is interfering with your post" Luke frowned.
"We checked that before I came here. It's why we got the post box in the first place."
"So, he doesn't know what school you are attending" Isur frowned.
"Not yet, to my knowledge. That might change with everyone else going home for the break."
"You think someone might tell?"
"Never know knowing my luck" Harry shook his head.
"Been lucky here so far. You even got through a term without losing your wand. Not many manage that" Nymira smiled.
"I had other things on my mind", Harry muttered, and Isur laughed before nodding.
"Just a bit. Are you going to be okay over break? I can join you at your hostel if you like."
"Na, I think I need a break, I was alright before and will be now."
"Your nightmares, though", Isur pointed out, and Harry sighed.
"I know they are bad, alright."
"Shock of horrors, make a note", Isur gasped, and Harry glared at the boy. Still, it was earned. "So, you'll start counselling for them?"
"Yeah. I know my nightmares are bad. But still, I can look after myself. I might need help for them, but I raised myself. I don't need you all babying me the rest of the time."
"Here we go", Nymira sighed.
"What?"
"Nothing Harry. I'm glad you are getting some help; always the first step." Harry eyed the three of them before shaking his head. There would be no getting anything else out of them on what they meant.
Like in the past, Ryan Owen stood next to talk about the standings on sports. "Those in the final running for Quidditch are Oalo, Paris, Madrid and Athens. Football is between Italy, Germany, Turkey and Netherlands. Ice Hockey is Rooster, Eagle, Grey Wolf and Plarmigan." Harry was pleased Iceland had gotten to the finals in at least one sport. They had been fifth in Quidditch this year. Apparently, after Easter, they would all compete twice to decide who would win. That was going to be interesting. "In May, will also be the swimming competition, Figure Skating, Spell Creation and Gobbstones." Harry wasn't interested in any of them.
The main meal appeared as soon as the caretaker sat down, and Harry again tucked in. It seemed there would be very few speeches tonight.
"Are you interested in any of those competitions, Harry?"
"Not really, though seeing the Quidditch Matches will be fun."
"We haven't sorted out you're flying privilege yet either. Will have to do that once you come back."
"Never thought I would say I have been too busy to fly" Harry shook his head, and the others laughed. It had been a busy term. "You interested in anything" he looked at Isur and Nymria.
"Not really the spell creation is interesting but not really my strong suit" Nymira shook her head. "Now, a fight like Duelling that I will be enjoying."
"I'm not that interested either. Most beginner students join the Gobbstones and seniors for the Spell Creation."
"What about you, Harry?"
"The only one would be swimming, but I'm not that confidant yet."
"You're getting a lot better; don't sell yourself short", Luke smiled.
At that exact moment, the Headmistress stood, and they all followed before she motioned them to sit.
"Like has been said, another term has gone. You have all worked hard, and I am proud of you. But some have focused on specific things. There are a few awards and an Egg Decorating Competition to conclude. First, the results of last month's competitions" the Headmistress read off 8 names. One each for Trick Flying, Speeding Skiing and Inventing before a group for the Mini Drama. Then there were three names for Seniors who had achieved the results for their Mastery three months early. They would be taking their formal tests next term. Next, there was a student who had managed to get the messenger skiing privilege and someone else who had the visitor escort privilege for sledging. Finally, five people were awarded their weapons pins for martial arts.
"Finally, we come to the egg decorating competition. For Beginner and Intermediate students, we have this egg" the Headmistress moved and stood beside an egg at the far side of the hall. It was nicely done, like a bunny rabbit. The Headmistress explained that the ears were held up by a sticking charm, but it was the only magic used. An intermediate student had made it.
Next, she walked to an egg behind him, and Harry twisted. It was impressive but only achieved with magic. The Senior student had made the egg into a person at the top of a waterfall. Magic helped the whole thing stand; water appeared out of nowhere near the top and vanished at the bottom. It was an impressive bit of magic.
"Finally, we have our overall winner over here" she turned and walked again. Harry's breath caught. She was heading in the direction of his egg. He wasn't sure whether to be horrified or elated when she stopped next to it. "Made by Harry Potter, a beginner student who transferred from Hogwarts. I was really impressed by how much it looks like a real Hedgehog. Even more so when I realized the spikes were held on without magic. An impressive piece of art in the spirit of spring and Ostera. Harry, come up here."
Isur had to push him out of his seat to get him moving. Slowly Harry made his way across to the Headmistress as Ryan Owen came around with a camera. Harry had his picture taken with his egg and the Headmistress before it was placed down again.
"Here", she handed him the two pictures, one of his egg and the other of him with the Headmistress. "I do believe you want this as well." he was given a small gold egg-shaped pin. Her voice was low, and Harry realized only he could hear what she was saying. "Well done. Keep getting involved and keep trying. Nothing in life is easy, and we have to work for everything. I saw the work you put into this. You didn't win because you were a former Hogwarts student. But because of the time and effort that went into this Hedgehog. I have never seen a beginner student get those spikes to stick without magic. That is a talent. Keep at it. Also, remember we still need to have a conversation when you are ready; come find me. You will know what it is about."
The Headmistress stepped back and headed back towards the head table. Harry walked back to his seat in a daze. So much so that he missed the rest of her speech. In fact, he was lost all through the dessert and then when Lærer Porter closed the meal. He only came out of it when he heard the chairs moving for everyone to stand.
"What?"
"You were out of it. What did the Headmistress say?" Isur frowned.
"Well done, keep joining in."
"That can't be all" Nymria looked at him, and Harry sighed.
"She said we need to have a conversation when I am ready and know what it is about. That one she mentioned last full moon, I had forgotten about it. But I don't know what she wants to talk about."
"No wonder you were out of it. I don't know what she meant, but I have heard of these talks. Always random students. Guess you will work it out yourself in time. You're not the only one who forgot about it. A lot happened that night" Luke shrugged. "Anyway, I'll see you in the morning for tutoring Harry."
"Night, Luke, Nymira, Isur" Harry stood as the crowds thinned, and he headed up to his room. It had been a long few weeks.
Sunday evening, Harry was tired as he walked down to swimming. He had to admit that he was ready for a month off school. Harry had never felt like that at Hogwarts. But Magere was so much more full-on. There was a lot more work, which was more challenging in some aspects. But he loved it, thrived in it. He had always been his best when under pressure, and now it showed. It showed in all of them. He had grown so much in the past three months. The only downside was the OSS and pesky doctors. But he wasn't going to give in to them, not at all.
Harry came from his thoughts before turning right into the underground passages. Frowning, Harry looked at the identification marker on the wall. It was a large red circle with an E in it. Eskimo Dog. He shouldn't be down here. This was the passage to the Scholar's dorms. Harry backed up slowly before pausing when he heard a noise down the passageway. That wasn't good. Someone was coming.
Turning, Harry started to walk faster and run when he heard a curse behind him. Unfortunately, he hadn't gone far when Harry felt his body freeze, and everything darkened.
Harry woke in a daze and tried to work out where he was. But he couldn't see anything he recognized. Harry guessed he was still at school and deep in one of the underground passages, but that was it. Standing, he grabbed the wall and stumbled along, reaching the end. He paused, wondering if it was left or right. Fumbling, Harry felt around the side of the passage for the location marker and felt it under his right hand. He didn't bother looking to see where he was and just turned, heading towards the school. Unknowingly leaving the forbidden Eskimo Dog corridor.
As he walked, Harry winced at the pain from the back of his neck. He wondered what it was. But before he could reach to find out, Harry came across another passage to his right, and the thought was chased from his mind. Harry paused, wondering what he had forgotten. It wasn't like him even with his poor Occulemncy. But that, too, vanished, and he shook his head, walking towards the school.
Several more thoughts appeared and then disappeared. Harry began to wonder if he should return to where he had come from but didn't think he could find his way. Then there was that nagging feeling that he had to return to school. After several minutes he blinked as the intense light from the school appeared. Harry hadn't really been down into the passages. So Isur had taken him down once to show him the markers, but that was it. That thought was chased away as Harry focused on the following notion. The light was supposed to increase gradually, not suddenly. Something wasn't right. But like every other time, the thought vanished.
Blinking, Harry stumbled into the main entryway and looked around. Students were staring at him, and Harry felt the need to hide. But the thought of doing so and moving didn't come. Looking around the entrance, Harry felt a feeling of rage come from nowhere at the sight of Barnabas Moonlord. Unable to help himself, Harry pulled his wand out and started cursing the vampire. A stray thought of how he was doing this appeared and then vanished. Another one, where did he know these spells vanished.
Harry winced and cried out as a strong bone breaker broke through his weak shield sending him to the ground as his leg broke. A cutting curse landed straight after hitting his arm. Gritting his teeth, Harry staggered to his feet. The blood was rushing through his head, and he couldn't hear anything. Harry raised his wand to cast again when someone hit him with a stunner in the back.
Isur could only stare in horror as Harry collapsed to the ground. What had gotten into him? Running forward, he turned Harry over, quickly removing his wand as the second year twitched. He was fighting the stunner.
"Mr Yathe, what happened here" the Headmistress appeared.
"I have no idea. We were supposed to be meeting for a mentor bonding session. But I was running late. I appeared as he went down and then got back up again. He's fighting the stunner I cast, though."
"I'll take his wand. Get him to the infirmary so he can be sedated. Mr Sunjig takes Mr Moonlord to the infirmary as well. Make sure he can't leave until we get to the bottom of this"
"I had nothing to do with this. He came out of nowhere and attacked me," Barnabas started shouting. "Get your hands off me, you fish", the vampire tried to get away from Azazel. The Senior Merrow wasn't having any of it as Isur picked Harry up. Azazel quickly cast a body bind at the vampire and removed his wand. The Headmistress made quick work of taking that, too, as Barnabas was put onto a stretcher.
Isur walked silently alongside Azazel as they headed to the infirmary. Neither of them had seen anything like this. It was out of character for both. Barnabas had a mouth on him and was an arrogant swine. But he was no idiot. You didn't get into Magere being an idiot. The boy had never yet gone directly against Harry. Doing so would get him expelled.
On the other hand, Harry was quiet, reserved and kept to himself. He had so much going on that he would never go against the vampire. He wanted to stay, not be expelled for attacking another student.
Isur didn't know what the Headmistress was going to do. Harry hadn't gotten into any fights, so in theory, he should just lose his wand. But then there were the spells he had used. Spells Harry shouldn't know. Barnabas had done that too. But they all knew he got tuition in the summer. Then there was the fact Harry had outright attacked Barnabas. That was bullying. Which for this offence was probably stage 2 instead of stage 1. Detention. Then you had magic in the halls, with loss of privilege already that was essay or Detention. Add in the fact Harry had come from the dorm entrance to the passages. He had no need to be down there. Isur hadn't seen him down the Alaskan Malamute passage, so it wasn't there. Had he been near the Eskimo Dog? If he had, he might end up grounded due to everything else. But with that all together and being a transfer, would the Headmistress expel Harry outright? Isur didn't know.
There were two entrances to the passages. One led to the Quidditch Pitch, Chinook and the Ice Rink. That was the only one that Harry as a beginner student, was meant to use. The second led to the dorms. There were 5 passages in this one. The first 3 went to the student dorms. Alaskan Malamute, Greenland Dog and Siberian Huskey. Then there was the passage to the teacher's dorm, Samoyed, and the Scholar's dorm, Eskimo Dog. No one was allowed down Eskimo Dog. Only prefects and head students were allowed down Samoyed unless there was an emergency. Students could mix freely between the student dorms, but many didn't. Most students met up in the meeting rooms, Library or Great Hall instead.
The Doctors were waiting when they arrived. Dr Athol took Barnabas straight to the back and started work on him. Dr White, on the other hand, led him towards a cubical so he could put Harry on the bed. The second year was still fighting the stunner. The Doctor wasted no time getting a needle full of sedative to put him under fully. Within a minute of arriving, Harry was out.
"That will put him under for a few hours. I would get the rest of your mentor family. The Headmistress will have questions, and as old as you are, you have the right to have your mentor there for support."
"Right" Isur nodded. He didn't want to leave Harry but was out of his depth.
"Go on. I'm going to see what I can do about those cuts. That leg is a goner until we can get him to the clinic. When was his last bath."
"Last month. He puts them off if possible. We were supposed to go tonight after swimming."
"Lovely. Go, get yourself sorted and then come back."
"Alright" Isur nodded and left with one last look at the bed. This was a mess.