On the eighth-floor corridor of the Castle, opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy being beaten by the troll, faint groans of pain echoed from within the wall. A moment later, a door materialized on the wall, and Albert and his roommates pushed it open and stepped out.
"Next time you want to beat up Albert, don't ever drag me into it again."
Out in the corridor, Fred rubbed his wrists, unable to help complaining to his companions. The three of them had actually been easily laid flat by Albert.
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