Xehanort, clad in dark blue robes, with red trim and the Slytherin crest over his heart, sat in the dungeon that he had reserved as his workspace months ago. Magical devices to rival the Headmasters office, as well as almost anything used to combat the Dark Arts, were scattered about on stands and tables. In the center of the room, there was a
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He rapped his knuckles on the door of the third dungeon from the Potions room a couple times, then stood there waiting.
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He didn't look Professor Xehanort in the eyes...like he ever looked anyone in the eyes.
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