The alarm next to my bed went off, and I moved, turning it off. My chest felt tight and I turned to check the time on my phone. It was eight already, and I knew soon enough, I will be called to go down.
I gave a small sigh, then dragged my feet to the washroom. I stayed there for a while longer than I really needed to, but at least, by the time I was done, I felt a little better.
For some reason, however, last night stuck in my head like a glue. How did Fabian get so badly injured? And that wound...
How was there so many secrets on one side of someone's body? What could have given him a bullet wound? Did Gerald know?
The knock on the door helped me snap out of it, and I slowly walked to open it up. Gerald was standing by the door, and he looked a little apologetic.
"I am sorry, Auror
