Adrian sat slouched in his chair, arms crossed, his leather jacket thrown over his lap as he drummed his fingers against the wooden table. Across from him, Shiloh sat just as tense, his fingers idly shuffling a deck of his cards, lips pressed into a thin line.
Professor Ylang-Ylang stood before them, barely reaching the height of the table, but her golden eyes gleamed with enough authority to silence even Adrian's usual quips.
The three Divatas fluttered around her, their wings humming softly as they perched on her shoulders, occasionally casting judgmental glances at the two boys.
"I am very disappointed," Ylang-Ylang said, her voice soft, but carrying an unmistakable weight. "A fight? In the Great Hall? And in front of all the students, no less?"
Adrian sighed dramatically. "To be fair, Professor, I did warn him."
Shiloh scoffed, flicking a card between his fingers. "Oh, so it's my fault you can't control your temper?"