"Nothing ruins a bully's big moment like becoming the straight man in someone else's comedy routine."
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"FIGHT, YOU USELESS FODDER!"
The bellow sliced through the crowd's amusement. Every head turned toward the House Onyx section, where Fen Grimhowl had erupted from her seat like a volcano going critical.
Her copper-red hair whipped around her shoulders as she leaned over the railing. Golden eyes blazed with fury that could have melted steel. The wolf-kin's pointed ears were pressed flat against her skull. I could see the tips of her canines as she snarled down at me. Her tail lashed behind her, striking the stone bench with audible thumps.
"STOP DANCING LIKE A FRIGHTENED GOAT! HIT HIM!"
Two Onyx students grabbed her arms. Marcus Vellum and Thomlin Ashworth. They tried to pull her back into her seat. She shrugged them off like they were children. Marcus staggered back a full step from the force of her dismissal.
