Everyone stayed silent as Luka made his way to where the dean stood, smirking as he reached him. Casting a glance at Keisha, the pureblood scowled at her.
"This is my party, Bowers. And you two asshats weren't invited."
A chorus of snickers erupted at that, the students riling up the potty-mouthed pureblood. Mr. Samuel growled angrily; his gaze icy as he glared.
"What in god's name, Luka! Do you have any idea how dangerous it is – "
"Then leave," the pureblood cut in, yawning dramatically; earning a furious glare from the dean. "Like I said, asshats aren't invited."
Not taking kindly to being disrespected in front of his students, Mr. Samuel grabbed Luka's shirt, yanking him forward by the collar so that their faces were mere inches apart. Several gasps rung out all around the clearing, the students already anticipating a fight. The vein bulging on the dean's forehead was a testament to his fury, and Keisha feared it would pop from how much it pulsed.
