The infirmary was turned into a sudden festive of shoutings between hybrids and purebloods who weren't done yet in their fight.
Annah had her back turned from the fight and lay in the bed fronting the wall.
Clarin and the rest of the prefects had brought them thereafter they were forcefully pacified. But it tuned out that it became more chaotic in the infirmary and Annah knew that the physician was closed to losing her patience.
"How dare a mere perfect stun a daughter of a noble!" Trixie screamed at the top of her lungs, trying to stand up from the bed to get make Clarin pay for what she did.
Few purebloods joined in her hysteria as they pointed fingers at the hybrid prefect's head.
Clarin only looked at them in pure disdain as if Trixie and her crew weren't worth the effort of even opening her mouth. She was just guarding the door along with the others.
