“She’s here, right under our noses, Albus!”

“There’s no way the last Pureblood Romanov is at Hogwarts,”

“It’s a rumour, it’ll blow over us eventually.”

“Be quiet, they’re going to tell us now!”

The Great Hall fell silent, the students turning their heads to Dumbldore and McGonagall. Their faces clearly asked for an answer, their eyes brows raised.

“Albus, don’t you-“

McGonagall was cut off by the raise of an hand, Dumbledore stopping her from continuing her statement, to your relief.

“The last Romanov is indeed sitting between us. Now,”

Snape, McGonagall and the rest of the teachers looked up, their breaths held as they waited for Albus to continue his sentence.

“May I ask the Romanov to step forward?”

Everyone’s eyes started to look around, curiosity and a little alarm spreading through their systems.