Silence fell over the room the moment the three sisters stepped through the doorway. Seeing Ulrich casually seated in a chair directly behind their desks was such a jarring sight that their brains seemingly short-circuited, freezing them right in their tracks.
Eventually, Hermione was the first to snap out of the collective stupor. She jabbed a finger in his direction. "W—what are you doing here?" She blurted out, stammering slightly.
Ulrich slowly lifted his gaze from his book resting on his lap. His blood red eyes locked onto Hermione, and as he caught her pointed finger, his brow lowered into a microscopic, chilling glare. Taking the silent hint immediately, Hermione snatched her hand back and hastily looked away.
Since Hermione's sudden bout of cowardice left them without an answer, and Airam was too busy subjecting the Count to a perfectly dry, unblinking stare to speak up, the burden so fell to the youngest.
