Days passed quietly, but everybody in the academy could feel the tension in the air.
Rumors had begun to spread through the dormitories. Whispers of another student who hadn't returned to class.
Jon.
The name passed from mouth to mouth in hushed whispers.
Some said he'd been seen leaving campus at dawn, and others claimed he'd fallen sick and been sent home. No one truly knew.
The staff kept their silence, and none of the students had the faintest idea about the fight that had taken place in Arlo's room that night.
By morning, the damage had been repaired. The shattered window was replaced, the blood scrubbed away, and the entire incident erased with the efficiency that only the academy's magic could manage.
A curfew had been imposed. No one was allowed outside the dormitories past the ninth bell, but otherwise, everything continued as if nothing had happened.
Classes resumed. Professors lectured, students complained, and the academy's routine carried on.
