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Dustrain raised a hand as he walked outside the door. "See you..." He headed for his dormitory, but after he slept that much today he surely won't find any sleep that night. "Guess I have to practice on my spells..."

6 stood up again, not minding what happened around him. He was heading straight to the exit and was looking for the police car Shawn and he where driving to get to this place.

Dustrain raised his hands and stretched. "Well as I said, I think there's no such thing as cheating in battle..." He sat on his bed and put on his normal robe, that was still ruined at the shoulder. "If the nurse asks, I'm leaving, I would have let been released today anyways. Should I pick up something for you Henry?" Dustrain asked as he stood up.

Sign-Up: Name: Julius Bryne Age: 17 Gender: Male Personality: Calm, quiet, minding his own business, friendly to people he likes. Appearence: Magic abilities (These can only be gotten once you've entered the Other Dimension): Shadow control Weapon (Same go for these as they do Magic): weapons shaped out of darkness, mostly a scythe Background: A young man moved to the states from Ireland. He lives at his uncle's place while his parents stayed at home. He's a pretty normal kid with normal issues. For example he's smoking due to the stress he has in school. THat's because he's in his final year and has to study a lot. He prefers to mind his own business, that's why he hadn't made any friends yet. Dramallama

(No offense, but the question is, are we able to continue without her? I'm a bit sad myself, although it's nothing that you could blame on her.)

6 stood up and followed Shawn who just got thrown. "We should listen to him, I don't want unnecessary fights here..." He walked past Shawn heading for the exit. His grip was still tight on the suitcase.

Julius had his left eye open. "As a prefect of the house of Slytherin I should prevent you from doing that... If I would have heard anything you just said." The young man grinned. Dustrain turned around again and closed his eyes.

"Me... Oh I'm just no one." 6 replied to Misaki's question He looked over to Shawn. As he asked him if 6 was coming he just nodded. He sat still during the events, observing the situation. "Who's coming? he asked. "The military you spoke of?" 6 felt helpless because he didn't have his machine nearby to escape quickly.

"I already had my breakfast cigarette, don't worry...." 6 took a seat and looked up to Ress. "Thanks for the coffee, you are a life savior" His view was fixed on the table he thought about where all this would lead him. Then he looked up, and got a cup of coffee, he didn't put anything in, for his lack of sleep it was understandable he would rather choose a strong one.

By the word coffee 6 had to look up, he really could use one. But he got distracted pretty fast by Misaki. -That girl again- He thought. Now 6 hadn't any helm to hide his face, so he hid behind Shawn. Since he entered the room his index finger was always lying on a little button on his suitcase, and since then it hadn't moved an inch.

"That on the other hand is a sign of weakness... letting anger take over you in battle is something that can get you killed very easily." The Slytherin cosed his eyes. "I'm trying to get some rest now, if you don't mind."

6 remained silent, he wasn't used to situations like this. He observed the situation and the are they where in, noticing any opportunity to make use of his surroundings. -Only because he isn't a friend of her doesn't mean he can't become an alley of mine....- He thought. He felt strange without his vehicle nearby.

"Well... when it's one thing my uncle taught me it's that there is no such thing as fighting dirty when it comes to battle... just victory or death. I don't think that honor really exists when it's about hurting each other." Now the reason why the hat put Dustrain into Slytherin was obvious. "It's sad that you can't access the library but thank you anyways." The prefect rolled around in his bed out of boredom. "At least I'll be out there more quicker than you, maybe I can get you a book then."

"just the woman, but it is sometime ago since I've seen him..." 6's eyes where accompanied by the darkness so he had no problem seeing. "But I don't think he's with the enemy now..."

"Oh... You... Yeah according to the nurse it'll take sometime before I can stand up again... I also wanted to ask you something. Would it bother you picking up a book for me from the library? It doesn't matter what kind of book, I just need something to read while I'm in here." Dustrain raised an eyebrow waiting for Henry's answer.

"So boring!" Julius laid in his bed waiting for the nurse to finally release him. "I'm sorry but you can't get out yet." "But look it's not even a real injury... just a bit burnt flesh... that's all." "A bit burnt flesh?!" the nurse got angry. "You can be glad we saved your arm! the burnings go down to your bones! You can be glad that fireball hit you and no other student, if so you would be in huge trouble!" Dustrain sighed. "Then at least give me something to make it heal faster..."

6 hated to leave his machine alone, but he really didn't feel like driving either. The ex-assassin extinguished his cigarette and picked up his suitcase from the ground. He got into the car and sat on the backseat. "Don't take that personally but I prefer sitting behind other people... must be a habit of my old job. By the way, where are we headed?"

6 looked up, still waiting at the gun shop, yet another cigarette was burnt half off in his mouth. "Good morning Shawn." He said calmly "I heard you where in danger, but it seems like you are alright..." 6 hadn't slept, it was easy to tell because of the rings beneath his eyes. "Do you need help with something?"

"Gettin' day again?" 6 looked up to the sky. "I really lost my track of time...." He looked around. "Well if that Shawn guy won't show up I guess I have to return to Ress and the others..." 6 pushed himself from the wall enlightening his so-called breakfast-cigarette.

6 was able to follow Shawn to the gun shop, then he lost track. "Just great... well it isn't my fault when he dies... he had to seek out such a hidden place." He leaned to the gunshop's wall and enlightened a cigarette. "This time I can savor it... non smokers... it's not like I would drag them into smoking so why don't they just leave me alone..." Due to his habit he looked up in the night sky. "Seems like another night awake for me..."

6 nodded and turned instantly. He tightly griped his suitcase. "I hope it isn't too late yet...."

"Yes... yes he's sleeping... better not disturb the boy." The pile of pillows was arranged perfectly, nobody had a hunch that the patient wasn't in his bed anymore. It started to rain, and soon lightning consumed the sky above the hidden forest. The bird wasn't moving as the hooded man in the black robe emerged. The bird flapped with his wigs and grew, soon Blackhawk was standing there instead of it. The hooded man began to speak. "Did anyone follow you?" Blackhawk grinned. "I could ask you the same thing..." "Hah... no they haven't got a hunch... but there's something big coming... does HE know you are here?" Blackhawk shook his head. "No, that old bastard thinks I'm patrolling in the north... he really hates me for giving me that position." The hooded man laughed. "Of course not... you are not one of his humble servants... what is a huge disadvantage for us if we want any information about... him..." Blackhawk nodded. "Yes... he is a though nut to crack... but I'm not the only one slacking behind... You where there for 7 years now-" The hooded man interrupted him. "8..." "Yeah whatever, you have got warm beds, and food while I have to live in the wilderness spying for that old crook... Tell me you have found out anything." The hooded man had to think. "Well there happened a lot.... The stone in the first year, the chamber in the second... the kid that survived... was always responsible." Blackhawk nodded. "Good... it's not safe here anymore... I'll come back later... take good care of you... you are all I have got left." The man turned to a bird again and flew away. The hooded person, however, turned around gripping his hood... a black strain of hair and a blue eye was shown beneath it. "Yes I will... uncle."

"Hmpf... so I picked up the other guy's in danger...Shawn... wasn't it? Mind if I help him, or do you need an extra bodyguard here?" He looked over to Ress. 6 hated to shout, but there was no other option, if not Ress wouldn't be able to hear him.

After Amelia's argument about the cigarette 6 grumbled: "If it makes you feel better..." He pressed the cigarette to the sole of his boot and threw it away. "What a waste of good tobacco...." Later the darker-yellow heavy machine of 6 drove next to Ress. Because he had no helm his hair where flying wild, the only mean of protection he had was a pair of goggles. "You do that with every biker you see?" 6 didn't smile, although he wasn't serious with what he said.

6 slowly stood up, he was used to those situations from the past. He calmly enlightened a cigarette and walked outside, leaving the money for the coffee on the table. He gripped his suitcase tight, in any chase he would be ready for everything. -To bad I couldn't finish my espresso...- he thought as he left the building.