Detention

The echoes of the scuffle had barely faded when the sharp, authoritative voice of Professor Flinders cut through the dimly lit hallway.

"What is the meaning of this?"

All four boys froze mid-motion, their breaths catching as the short, rotund professor emerged from the shadows, his thinning hair wild as if it had been caught in a storm. The professor's face was already flushed, a vein pulsing on his temple as he pointed his stubby finger at them.

"Fighting in the corridors? At this hour? I will not have such behaviour sully the name of Soleil Academy!"

Adrian muttered under his breath, "Does he ever not yell?"

But Professor Flinders caught that. "Did you say something, Mr. Caleena?"

Adrian quickly straightened, giving his most innocent smile. "No, sir."

Flinders huffed and gestured sharply. "Follow me. To my office. Now."