The trial room was designed to intimidate.
Stone walls rose three stories high with seats forming a semicircle around a central floor. The place where the accused would stand while exposed to judgment from all sides.
Every seat was filled with professors.
Yor stood in the center with her hands clasped in front. Reinhard stood to her right while Sirin was on her left, and Alice and Louis flanked them slightly behind.
At the highest seat sat an old man with a long white beard and sharp eyes that seemed to miss nothing. Reinhard glanced at the headmaster, Issac. It has been two weeks since he last saw him.
Isaac's gaze swept across them while lingering on Reinhard for just a moment longer than the others before moving on. And then, to his slight surprise, he saw the headmaster smile as his amber eyes sparkled in delight.
