Lesson Three - Fourth Years.

"Now up for the last." Andria muttered to herself as she sat on her chair and waited for her very last year of students to come. She appreciated every bit of their performance during the previous lessons. Well honestly, for all her young ones. And she can't help but feel excited for this time's planned-up activity. Merely just continuing the duel with the partners who had made their decision to proceed.

Aria arrived to Dueling class, a bit surprised to find that she was the first to arrive. Greeting the professor with a small smile, she took a seat, waiting for her classmates to arrive.

Oliver arrived to class, not in the best of moods. His distant cousin Charlotte, one of the girls that was crownapped, was in his class and the fact that he had to go to class and not see his cousin, made him rather angry. He was going to find this bird if it were the last thing he did.

He nodded at the professor and took an unusual seat in the back. That's when one would realize that Oliver wasn't okay. He always sat in the front because he believed that if you want to succeed and sat in the front, you would learn a lot better than in the back of the room.

"Professor", she said while entering the classroom and nodding her head. Just a few days ago, dueling was one of her favourite subjects, and today she hated it, probably because the one person that was always her partner was crownapped and her faith was left unknown.

Her poor parents, she thought, slightly shivering, if I'm feeling the quarter of her parents pain, I can imagine that their hearts are killing them right now, like I know that my own is torn into million pieces.

She saw that weird Slytherin girl, the one that likes to follow that hot Slytherin guy and she didn't think twice before taking a seat in the back of the classroom, next to Ollie.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked, noticing his expression.

"You're good," he replied with a nod to Tesla.

Although it would have been better for him to talk it out, he wasn't in a speak mood. He sulked slightly because his determination was a lot higher.

She had a sudden revelation. It was quite obvious for her that this young man will help her save the kidnapped people so she did something that she never done before and widened her eyes while doing it. It shocked her probably more than it shocked him.

As she put her own hand on top of his and squeezed it, her face expression softened. "We'll save them", she whispered and let go of him, "we'll save her, even if we don't know how."

"Any problems?" Andria suddenly spoke curiously as she saw the newcomers huddling together in a one tight conversation. She tiled her head by the side to see her students' rather worried faces. What was it really? She had to know if ever it might be crucial. She needed to because she has a right. And if something very bad had happened to her students, as she expected it to be once the incident started, then she would do anything to help them.

"You can tell me. I can't stand here feeling all worried too, you know." The lady said with a sorrowful tone and waited whether or not her students will dare to reply.

"Just those taken by the Crow, professor," Aria replied from her seat apart from the other two. She seemed only mildly concerned, quite possibly because she knew Djinn would never allow anything truly serious to happen to his son.

"Karma and Arsen won't be in class, today, of course. I suspect there will be others missing, as well."

"Would you recommend a rescue patrol? It seems like most of you already are planning to. The lesson would be useless without the others. But indeed, it's highly dangerous." Andria replied with a sigh, expecting for such an encounter to happen to them. But what would they do now? Should she follow her heart or stay perfectly innocent without harming the students about their plans? What was right?

The lady paused from thinking and gazed at her students' longing faces to do something for the others. She turned for the empty arch of door and back at the fourth years again, as though she was planning. She's too anxious to do something. But she can never be sure of what might happen. In the end, shrugging her shoulders because of sheer confusion would hopefully do enough as an answer.