Third POV
Lupin’s groan was louder than a thunderclap, echoing through the room. He sat up, placing a hand on the back of his head. Looking around, his eyes met mine. He raised an eyebrow, trying to study my expression, clearly confused about what had happened. From the look in his eyes, he probably couldn’t remember the last thing before losing consciousness.
“What on earth did you hit my head with?” he finally asked, the events before his unconsciousness dawning on him. “It’s banging so hard with a sharp, piercing pain—it’ll be a miracle if I’m not bleeding internally.” He added, glancing around for the object that caused it.
Beta Julian paid him no attention; only the flipping sound of his pages could be heard. He pretended to be engrossed in his book, oblivious to the world around h
