Eltanin didn't seem like his usual cocky self for a while, and today was a proof of it. Instead of walking down the Great Hall without trouble as usual, his walk came to a sudden stop as he saw the Hafner boy speaking to Bell. The platinum blonde froze as if he saw something he wasn't supposed to or worse, did something bad and was caught. Before Hafner had any time to notice him and turn around, Beaufoy ran away.

His steps were fast as they echoed in the cold hallways. The wizard hurried to one of the many washrooms, immediately heading to one of the sinks. He quickly threw his jumper onto the ground, not caring about his possession which was already very unusual. With shaky hands he managed to turn on the water, splashing the cold liquid onto his face.

If anybody walked onto him like that, they might think he was going crazy. And perhaps he was. He held tight onto the cold porcelain, head down with the water clinging to his white hair and wrinkled shirt that was usually perfectly ironed.

Despite his erratic breathing, Eltanin heard quiet steps coming his way and with that, he turned around in a hurry with his wand pointing at the person, his silver eyes wide open.