"Enough."
It wasn't raised, but it carried. Selenne didn't need volume to command attention; her tone had the precision of glass sliding into place, sharp enough to be felt.
She stepped forward, her robe brushing the stone as she moved into the space between Lucavion and the nobles, her gaze sweeping the gathered students.
"I'll remind all of you," she began, "that any fight conducted without informing the Academy is a violation of policy. Penalties are not light."
Her eyes lingered briefly on the hands still near sword hilts.
"Even escalating toward one is punishable. Whether you call it a duel, a 'lesson,' or anything else—it is still misconduct. And on the first day?" A faint lift of her brow. "That would be a spectacular way to begin your record here."
Some of the tension bled out of the crowd, but not all. Pride was a stubborn thing.
Selenne's gaze moved over Lucien's companions, then to Lucien himself.
