The conference room was tense the entire week, and the squabbling about Evelyn being present appeared so brutal and jarring. To put an end to it and demonstrate Ravenclaw's continued strength, Damien had organised a small conference with nearby Alpha leaders. It was supposed to be cordial, a demonstration of power through courtesy, rather than force.
Evelyn's heart was racing as she stood alongside Damien at the entrance. The gleaming floors shone bright, and the Ravenclaw standards flapped victoriously, but the air was thick with tension, like smoke. Lucy adjusted her sleeves and muttered words of encouragement before standing alongside the assistants.
