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Near silence drifted through the air as a tall figure entered the library. All around him were the distinct sounds of hushes voices whispering, pages turning, and all implications of people in the midst of studying. How long had it been since Luke last stepped foot in there? It couldn’t have been more than a week, in fact, he could remember meeting up for a study session earlier with friends. Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts assignments were well past finished, tucked away inside textbooks back up in his dorm waiting to be turned in on their due date.
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Everything felt like it had gone more smoothly studying alongside friends. No internal struggle questioning whether every answer was wrong or not, or if he’d somehow missed some important fact. It was mostly laughing. Laughing while working together on homework, and helping each other out as needed. Being paired with another student who he wasn’t as familiar with often felt more troublesome than anything. There was never any way to know how things would turn out. Would he be forced to do all the work? Or perhaps he’d get stuck with a partner who was so controlling that nothing would ever get done?
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History of Magic wasn’t one of his favorite classes. While interesting there were moments when sitting through class felt dreadfully boring. It was more due to the way in which the Professor taught and presented information, rather than the subject itself. Still, it was always one of the few classes where he thought group work would never become a burden to him. And yet with all the foreign students on campus for the year, the professor decided to through a group project onto them now that the end was slowly beginning to arrive. As a last-minute effort to encourage interaction between the foreign students.
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Walking to a table, Luke thought he’d already had a topic that interested him to write about. Whether his partner would agree was another entirely other matter, one that he wasn’t looking forward to confronting. He didn’t know much about her. Only that she went to Durmstrang, was in his year, and that there was almost something familiar about her. Almost as if he might have seen her somewhere before.
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He took a seat at the table and kept himself busy while waiting for his partner to arrive. In truth, he couldn’t say he was looking forward to it. Though it was better for them to get started on things sooner, rather than later. He wondered if she’d put any thought into what she wanted to dedicate the project to. Luke’s own interests had gravitated toward the 1910’s, particularly of a wizarding conflict taking place at the same time as World War I. Then again he was drawn to wanting to know more about what went on in their own little magical world whenever muggles were engulfed in major wars.
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Glancing up when he heard footsteps approaching, he forced his eyes to meet hers when he saw that she had arrived. <b>“Hey,”</b> he greeted with a shrug, feeling that a formal greeting was rather unnecessary. At least she had shown up one time, not that they had agreed upon an actual time to meet. Rather he was more relieved to not have been made to wait for an hour. <b>“So, I guess we should get this over with?”</b> The statement came out more as a question, as he gestured for her to take the seat in front of him if she wanted to do so. <b>“Is there anything that interests you? Anything you’d rather write about for this...thing?” </b>

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1. What is your favorite color? <p>
<b>Vermillion Red</b><p>
2. What is your favorite possession?<p>
<b>My journal, where I record and write down everything I enjoy in life. And keep track of all the fun and adventures I have with my friends. </b><p>
3. What is your favorite hobby?<p>
<b>hiking</b><p>
4. What is your favorite book?<p>
<b>The Lightbringer series by Brent Weeks</b><p>
5. What is your favorite food?<p>
<b>Fettuccine Alfredo</b><p>
6. What is your favorite drink?<p>
<b>Applejack</b><p>
7. What is your favorite smell?<p>
<b>Jasmine </b><p>
8. What is your favorite type of weather?<p>
<b>Cool and windy</b><p>
9. What is your favorite game (board, video, sport, etc.)?<p>
<b>quidditch</b><p>
10 What is/was your favorite subject in school?<p>
<b>Defense against the dark arts</b><p>

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<i>It has been one hundred years since the red comet landed in the world, and the world has finally found peace. After seventy long years of constant war, each country fighting for possession of the remains of a rare mineral found at the comet’s crash site, an agreement has finally been met to protect the resources rather than using them.</i>
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<i>But not everyone was satisfied with the plan. The King in the northern lands of Skoiria has remained quiet in the years since, and going along with the agreement while secretly having his best sorcerers research the elements found within the comets remains. Rumors say that he is researching ways to resurrect the demon lord once more, in the hopes of obtaining enough power to conquer the entirety of the continent. To fight the resurrection of the demon lord, a goddess has blessed seven would be champions with a mark that should bless them with enough power to fight against the beasts that have started to plague the land.</i>
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<i><b>“You have the mark. I don’t know why the goddess marked you, but you have been chosen. Hurry and get out of here. Go and find the other champions, and put an end to all of this. Find and stop whoever is working with the Demon King, preferable before he can be revived."</i></b>
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Those words wouldn’t stop playing in his head. Over and over, they were the only thing he could think about since escaping his cell. Luke grumbled under his breath, as his gaze turned down to stare venomously at the mark on his hand. It was the reason for all of this. Why he’d been able to escape in the first place? But why? Why had he been chosen? He wasn’t anything special. He grew up in the most desolate of districts, forced to run away with his sister in hopes of persuading the King to send more rations to his village. Not that it would have helped. Even if he had made it to the capital, what was the chance that he’d even get anything?
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Instead, he’d only made it halfway to Capital, only to be arrested in the city of Houri. A place loyal to the King through and through, with any pleas he’d made to pass through going unheard. It was there where Luke had been introduced to a small rebellion, and after being convinced by his sister the two joined. A foolish act. He was arrested shortly after along with whatever rebels had survived. The government had been aware of them, had been awaiting the day they would attack. When the day had arrived, they’d marched into a trap. Luke watched as many of his fellow rebels were slaughtered, along with his sister, and in the end, he was forced to surrender. Since then he was locked away in a cell, forced to wait for the day for when it would be time for him to be executed.
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Several days he’d sat in his cell, until being visited by the strange girl. She’d told him to escape; to seek out the other champions wherever they may be, and yet no escape opportunities had arrived. Luke had tried. Even before the stupid mark appeared on his hand two nights ago, he’d tried to bust out numerous times. Nothing ever worked. The girl hadn’t even bothered to try to help him, instead of leaving him to figure it out himself. How the hell was he supposed to escape, when he’d already tried everything?
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Luke continued studying his hand, eyes glaring at it while he silently cursed it. Why the fuck had he been chosen anyway? That question would never leave his thoughts. He wasn’t a warrior. He was a mere thief, sometimes even working as an assassin when the time called for it. There was nothing special about him at all. Even as an assassin he was an amateur, only becoming one because the revels had thought he’d fit the job better than anything else. He could wield a blade for sure, but he didn’t think he had the abilities to fight whatever monsters had begun to wake up in the world. If he ever did get out, he’d only die the moment he found himself in some real combat. He wanted to escape though, if he could find a way then he would do whatever he could to get out. No way in hell was he going to sit by and rot away in a cell, waiting for the day when he would be executed. Fuck that.
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<i><b>“You’re still here?”</i></b> a female voice whispered from behind the bars.<i><b>“What are you doing? I told you to escape!”</i></b> Her face was filled with confusion, as well as some annoyance. Once their eyes met, contempt seemed to fill her features as she realized what the problem was.<i><b>"You can’t, can you? Here, let me help.”</i></b>
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He turned his head sharply as he heard the door opening, suddenly. How the hell? Luke turned to watch her, trying to figure her out. The girl had somehow managed to get a key, or maybe she was related to one of the guards. Or someone in power. Whatever the reason, she wasn’t a normal civilian. That alone gave him reason to be suspicious, and yet he felt like he needed to trust her if only for the time being.
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Silently, she motioned for him to leave the cell quickly, something Luke didn’t’ need to be told twice. He darted out, not even pausing when he heard the door close behind him. It had happened. He had escaped, and he already felt he owed that girl something. What it was he wasn’t entirely sure? All he could hope was that he wouldn’t regret it later. The only way could think to thank her was to do as she’d told him. He needed to leave the city and to find the other champions as soon as possible.
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It took a half hour of stealthily making his way through the halls of the prison before he managed to get out. As soon as his feet hit the gravel roads, Luke cast his eyes to the night sky above him. The stars shone brightly, with a small splinter of moon revealing itself. He didn’t waste another moment and quickly set off to find the quickest way out of the city. The sooner he could put the hell hole behind him the better, although if he was lucky he hoped to find someone who might help him escape.
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He turned down street after street, occasionally looking behind him to make sure he wasn’t being followed. The last thing he wanted was to be thrown back in a cell, after all. Luke paused suddenly as he entered an alley. Someone was approaching. From where he was he could still hear the soft sounds of drunkards shouting coming from the tavern, but that wasn’t what caught his attention. A chill ran down his spine, as he heard someone moving behind him. He had been seen, possibly followed. Damn, he needed his blade. He was powerless without any of his equipment, all he had on him was a cloak and the clothes he’d been wearing when he had been locked in the cell. If he was to be attacked, he’d be completely powerless right then.
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<b>“Who’s there?”</b> Luke hissed, as he searched through the darkness looking for whoever was nearby.<b> “If you followed me to kill me, then show yourself.”</b> With no weapons at his disposal, he felt almost powerless. Still, if he was to die there, then he wouldn’t go down lightly. He would fight for as long as he could before falling to his fate.<p>

Gabrielle Sauveterre and fantasy AU peoples
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It was a few weeks into the school year, and Luke was still questioning over the fact that he had been chosen as one of the Hogwarts champions. It had been a moment of disbelief when he had heard his name called back at the feast. Out of everyone, why him. He certainly wasn’t good enough. He’d been congratulated plenty of times, and he knew he had people behind him who would be cheering him on. Yet in the back of his mind, he couldn’t stop asking why. Sure, he felt excited to be a part of something so big, but Luke couldn’t stop doubting himself. Couldn’t stop questioning if he truly deserved the honor.
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The Forbidden Forest had always been one of his frequently visited destinations whenever he needed a moment alone. He wasn’t sure if that was what he needed right then, but he did need to escape the castle. His friends would be fine without him around for a few hours. Besides everyone had homework assignments to be working on. Essays or required practice for all the spells they had learned. Luke wasn’t finished with his own homework, yet. It would be complete, but not this evening. Maybe not even tomorrow, but by the day before it was due at the very least. He’d work on it once his mind had cleared up a bit. First, he needed some time to think. Or at least be away from the castle for a while.
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Entering the forest, Luke’s gaze immediately turned to search to see if anyone else was there. So far, he was all alone. It was also quiet which was convenient. He followed the trail a bit deeper, listening to the sounds of leaves crunching beneath his feet with each step. Every so often he would look behind him. He would look to see if a professor had wandered nearby, and were looking for students who might have strayed into the woods. He hadn’t seen anyone on patrol when he walked out, but that didn’t mean no one was hiding.
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Luke walked through the forest for a few minutes before he finally found a suitable location. It was a small clearing that would have a decent view of the sky above. The kind of spot that would be ideal for watching the stars at night, if anyone dared to sneak out past curfew. He walked up to a nearby tree and turned to glance up at the clouds for a few moments. It was still light out, but the sun would be setting within an hour or two. As he stood there his body jolted when he heard someone else approaching. They hadn’t been following him or had they. It was difficult to tell from the proximity of the footsteps alone.
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He waited a moment before turning around. His eyes sought out the other person, and he recognized the figure immediately. A girl, fellow Gryffindor, and teammate. It was Jessie Jameson . He knew her of course, was often friendly enough around her. Though she could also be a little too friendly much to his discomfort, not that it happened often. Not to him at least. She seemed to respect boundaries to a certain degree, which he appreciated. He might not have been searching for company, but his mouth still curled up into a friendly smile. “<b>Hey Jessie.”</b> Luke greeted while moving to sit against the tree. Even if he hadn’t wanted company he wasn’t going to shoo her way. No. Besides he was sure they could both do with some time away from the castle.<p>

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