'Are You the Traitor' was a game that Valentin only ever won when he was not the traitor. The boy was terrible at lying and he had grown dependent on Yefim’s deception skills to get them out of trouble. Usually it was better in such cases that Valentin kept silent and let Yefim do the talking. Though, it wasn’t that Valentin had a problem with lying or cheating if his friends needed it of him– rather, Valentin was brave to the point of recklessness, and not just a little prideful, so it felt repulsively cowardly to lie even when it was just a game. Still, when it came to his quidditch comrades, Valentin would do anything. This time, however, Niffler wouldn’t be the one being interrogated and he was glad of it. Conducting the interrogation, on the other hand, was something he could get into.

“Yellow hair spy!” laughed Niffler in English despite Kheanu’s wand being outstretched. Rail-thin and lightweight Niffler was not the person of choice to be a physical defender, but he was fast. He would use his speed for this game. Dashing up to the luggage as Kheanu was arranging his things, Niffler snatched the shiny antique razor and bounced away to hide behind Mik. “Ha! Say! Say, or no shiny!!”

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Kheanu sighed in resignation, dropping his wand-arm and not even batting an eye at the kleptomaniac anymore. He has gone through the full stages of grief from this little stint in the tent and it seemed, in hindsight, to not be worth it anymore. Judging from the quickly-darkening sky outside the canvas abode, though, there seems to not be any choice remaining in the matter.

And so, with a heavy heart, the pale young man agreed to play their stupid kid's game.

Besides, it did not take much from Kheanu to get that older student from before to do his bidding. How much more difficult could it be to get these idiots to do it, too?

With another resounding sigh, the older boy sat down onto his bed and raised his hand, palm-up, in a clear gesture of "do your worst".

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