With all the students present, Ewen was sure Jaegar wouldn't pull anything or attack him.
He was pretty confident with his goonies and the students around him.
"Forbidden arts?" Jaegar responded, his voice steady. "You should be careful, Ewen. Spreading rumours can be a dangerous game," Jaegar smiled faintly as he added, "especially with me."
Ewen, frustrated by Jaegar's unwavering composure, pressed on. "And what about your little escapade during the trials? Disappearing into thin air, then reappearing like some conjured spectre. What dark magic did you employ, Jaegar?"
The accusatory tone hung in the air, a palpable challenge to Jaegar's credibility. The crowd, torn between curiosity and discomfort, observed the exchange with a mixture of apprehension and morbid fascination.
