As Eliza entered the Great Hall she noticed it was...empty. If there is another note in here telling us to go to ANOTHER location, I swear... She walked deeper into the giant room and heard some scuffling towards the back corner. Maybe they're back there? she thought as she neared the staff's table. Voices of students echoed out into the room from an ajar doorway to her left. Isn't that normally shut? Strange place to have class, ey? She peeked her head inside and saw Scabior standing there all ho-hum as if nothing about this were odd. She gave a mental shrug, figuring he must have his reasons, poorly communicated as they may have been.
She entered the room fully and crossed towards the other students, giving her normal "Hi Professor Scabior," as she went by. Please no more politics. No more guest speakers. I like the way YOU teach, Scabior. Well, mostly. She stood around and hoped she'd figure out what they were doing soon. Will he be talking about the trophy room? He's seems to be the only adult around here willing to give any straight answers on these types of things.
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