This was indeed the stuff of poets, like a scene right out of the verses of a Ballard.
Unfortunately, Rebecca was one of the only few ones who were in the know. Because of how small minded, and ignorant the rest of the crowd was (especially those of the younger demographic), cries of unfairness began to ring out in sporadic waves. Like the steady build up of a storm, the drums of protests began beat gradually in the background.
The freshmen were the faction in the crowd who had the most energy, and the most hatred for Zavier. They harnessed that energy and channeled it into rebellion. There was no questioning their opinion, they were of the firm belief that Zavier had cheated openly. And they were not having it. They weren't having it at all. So, with the whole of their beings, they cried out at the top of their voices.
