"Come on, on your feet." The person holding Ashton said and pulled him up with just one hand, "You two as well. Get up and start walking."
As all of them were forced on their feet, Ashton got his first look at the person who was holding him down. Well, not his face but the uniform he was wearing. It was completely black with golden accessories laced around it.
'The DC... well, I'll be damned.' Ashton shook his head.
The DC or the disciplinary committee/council was a student body that was bestowed authoritative powers to maintain discipline on academy grounds. They were even allowed to hold trials and punish the offenders by themselves but it was never actually implemented. At least not that the students were aware of.
