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In the headmasters office the headmaster sat in his chair taking slow sips of his whiskey. A man watched him from the corner of the room. He stood silent, waiting for the headmaster to finish his whiskey before speaking out to him.

"How many do you think will survive?" Asked ??????

"A hundred at best." Replied the headmaster.

He reached into his drawer and pulled out a fresh bottle, unscrewing the top and indulging himself in it's dry fragrance.

"You know Hyakinthos will be mad if that boy dies right?" Questioned wjkwer

"He won't." Assured the Headmaster giving himself a heavy pour.

"How are you so certain?"

"Because he is with him."

"Oh, him?." The man sounded intrigued with the mention of the boy.

"Yes, him."

"This school year sure will be interesting won't it Alex?"

The headmaster nodded as he drank from his cup yet again. He turned around as he sipped on his drink, watching the monitors that covered the wall behind him. He carefully watched it all, each death would bring a symphony of bliss to the headmaster's eyes. He would not miss any of it.