The guy at the head of the table, the one whose presence made the air feel heavier with every breath, folded his hands.
"I trust," he said, voice calm yet sharp as an unsheathed blade, "that you two know why you are here."
Elion and William both nodded, though only Elion managed to keep his chin from trembling.
"Good." The upper-year didn't elaborate.
He simply tilted his head.
The third-year dark elf to his right, clad in red, picked up a folder and flicked it open.
His voice was smooth but merciless. "Sequence of events," he began, "based on the report submitted by Celeste, and corroborated by Liora."
Elion caught Liora giving him a thumbs-up with the hand not holding the lollipop.
Celeste merely sat back, expression void of interest, leg crossed over the other.
