{Hmm, so there are other less... traditional means of gaining power, huh?} pondered Arya as he walked down the passageways back to his room. The boy seemed thoroughly convinced that Armin had undergone some process, which made it safe to assume that it might be a viable alternative to gaining magical power. However, Arya wasn't really in a rush to sacrifice people just to gain power. It was something of a last resort to say the least, perhaps something he would consider once he was at his wit's end.
Once Arya got back to his room, he slumped on his bed, closing his eyes instantly. It had been a long day and he was dead tired, his research would just have to wait for tomorrow.
That night he dreamt of the Minister's dark dimension, this time he was trapped there alone. It wasn't as scary as he first thought it to be, but he still found himself somewhat distressed and ended up cutting his sleep in half, waking up in the early morning hours before the sun even rose.
