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minutes early. It was uncommon for students to be out of class at this hour; Sasha power-walked to the dinner hall and noted the unusual bareness of the corridors. There was a small figure at the end of the corridor. He was kneeling by the headmaster’s office; as Sasha approached him, he became larger and more familiar.
    ‘Bunking again, eh?’ she asked, ‘if you were trying to avoid Mrs. Quabble, I certainly wouldn’t hide outside the headmaster’s office.’
    ‘I’m not bunking,’ snapped Junior , ‘and you should go.’
    Droplets of perspiration collected on Junior’s forehead, he had both hands wrapped around the handle of the headmaster’s door. The young man appeared unusually troubled.
    ‘What exactly are you doing Junior…breaking and entering the headmaster’s office?’
    ‘Would you lower your voice!’ snapped Junior, angrily, ‘Quabble left only a few moments ago, this is my only chance.’
    ‘Chance for what!’ shrieked Sasha, ‘chance to get expelled!’
    ‘You won’t understand, there’s something I need … something in the headmaster’s records.’
    ‘ What!’
    ‘I need to find out about a man, Arthur Mannox, he lived in Shorebridge and probably went to St. Andrews…they’ll have his files here.’
    Junior pressed his forehead against the headmaster’s door, unwilling to be moved. The reality of what he was attempting suddenly hit. Shockingly, he had thought the plan over many times. In fact, it had kept him from sleep last night and when he finally slept, he dreamt of executing the very same mission which he was attempting now…getting Arthur Mannox’s file.
    ‘You’re out of your mind Junior…out of your mind!’ cried Sasha, ‘you’ll get into so much trouble.’
    Junior expired a sigh of desperation, ‘I need this,’ he whispered, ‘it’s to do with my dad…I need to get this information.’
    In her right mind, Sasha would’ve pushed Junior away from the door as soon as she had learned of his foolish operation, but there was something bizarrely sincere in the face of the young man. It affected her deeply and she found herself unable to reproach him.
    ‘I cannot believe I’m doing this,’ whispered Sasha, plucking a pin from her tresses of hair. She plugged the pin into the keyhole and began to twist until the lock gave way.
    When the heavy door finally swung open, Sasha smirked, ‘gotcha.’
    She tossed Junior a nod of approval, ‘okay, I’ll keep watch…you’ve got five minutes.’
    Junior sped into the large room and scanned it in one twist of his neck. The walls were decorated more bountifully than the other St. Andrew’s offices. When Junior’s eyes met the glare of Headmaster Williamson, he was momentarily distracted. Blimey . The headmaster’s portrait was abnormally lifelike. The idea that Mr. Williamson, wherever he was, did not know that his swanky office was being raided was strangely amusing. Junior caught sight of an enormous block of grey cabinets at the left wing of the office. The large marker ‘Student files’ suggested that the storage units contained exactly what Junior was looking for. The cabinets spanned an entire wall. He was certain that the information of all the students who’d ever attended St. Andrew’s was stored within it. The ‘1900 - 1940’s’ drawer was particularly attractive. From Junior’s calculations, Arthur Mannox would’ve passed through St. Andrew’s during the early twentieth century. He dragged forth the cabinet and filtered for family names beginning with M.
    ‘Mannox, Mannox...where are you?’ he mumbled.
    Anxiety crept…what if he did not find the file in time?
    ‘Hurry up!’ called Sasha, from the doorway, ‘you’ve got two minutes left!’
    Each word she muttered excited Junior’s nerve endings a little more than the last. Suddenly, Junior’s eyes fell upon Arthur Mannox’s file.
    ‘Bingo’ he muttered, sliding the document into his schoolbag.
    ‘You’ve got it, let’s go!’ cried