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Emauntro DaVilese stepped onto the rotating staircase out of the headmaster's office. He wouldn't waste his time on Quidditch, but his colleagues would suspect something if he didn't attend the game. They looked at him as a good-natured man, calm, quaint, understanding, and caring. In a way, he supposed he was. But in another, he knew he was just the opposite.

Aside from that, all of the studetnts would, surely, be down on the pitch this morning. They lived for the sport, and didn't hide it, didn't even try to, it seemed. DaVilese needed to pin his first target, and needed to inspect the students in order to do so. Who's disappearence would cause the least commotion? Who's exclusion would go practically unnoticed? It was hard to investigate during classes, even in mealtime, but Emauntro had a vague idea of what kind of student he wanted. Quiet, shy, practically friendless.

As he strode into the crowded Hall, he noticed a redhead girl perched on a seat, acting towards the Slytherins as though she were a show they were watching, and she knew it. DaVilese had long since crossed the girl off his list. She seeked attention, and the teachers loved her. Her disappearance would wreak havoc even without her famed parentage. Besides, from what he had heard about the girl's mother, she would burst into the school, cursing everyone in the way until she found her daughter.

DaVilese sat in the center of the High Table, McGonagell to his right. She was eyeing him hard, and he winced. He might be headmaster, but that woman was like a vulture. Flat out scary. "Whatever is it, Professor?" She pursued her lips, her response primp. "You didn't say anything to her." Emauntro furrowed his brow. "Who - You mean the Potter girl?" A stiff nod from the Transfiguration teacher. Emauntro shrugged. "She's not doing anything wrong, just being a child. We can't punish people for everything. They have the right to act their age." McGonagell sighed. "I suppose you're right. You understand the children, Emauntro. That's why you were the right person for the job." "Why, thank you, Minerva."