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[marionnettiste]

[Once night falls, one may hear a faint sound of music coming from one of the rooms of the faculty's wing. The door of the room in question was left open, just enough for anyone to peek what lies inside. And what was inside you asked? Well, a rather aristocratic man drinking a cup of tea while he was doing his reading.

Which would be a rather normal, albeit sophisticated sight- If it weren't the fact the man was surrounded by living marionettes dancing about to the music and the man himself flickering transparently on some occasions.]