Where. Are. You.

[Run, Thobari. Run far.]

[Feel free to notice that Hogwarts was unusually quiet and tame for three days. And that anywhere Gabriel happens to be is a little colder than usual. And that he is out for blood. Thobari's blood. No, seriously, run Thobari.]

It's gonna be hella boring if all the teachers are leaving too. Gonna leave me all alone with my baby brother, are we? Fun times. [The sarcasm is tangible.] Ah, well, let's see what people have to do around here... [And by that he means, "let's see how much mass havoc I can wreak before everyone leaves", natch.]

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[A cold breeze for anyone that happens to be in or around the great hall. Then a short, barking laugh. The owner seems unaware the journal is picking up his voice. He sounds almost nostalgic, but far more amused.]

Huh. Well I'll be damned. It doesn't look any different. You'd think they'd hire an interior decorator or something, wow.

[A pause.]

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