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Lukas was sat on the bottom stair of the grand sweeping marble staircase. The marble was chilly but he didn't get up. It was interesting to watch the dance of the flames in the goblet and the people too. He'd seen a few of the guests from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons put their names in the goblet. Had he been able to tell the difference between the two schools he would have considered trying out his French. They might like that.
It was October now. His birth month. Soon he'd be thirteen, just a few days left. His last birthday hadn't been fantastic. Still too weak to feed himself and under round the clock supervision by Healers whilst surrounded by his family's worried faces. Fun. There'd been no cake because his diet was incredibly strict then. Just a short chorus of 'Happy Birthday to You' and a few presents that he had struggled to unwrap. Altogether he was probably in for better fare this year despite being away from home. |