The walk to the Headmistress's office seemed much longer than usual today, and not just because of all the students staring at the half-naked procession.
Headmistress Peach was deliberately taking her time, and the long way around, to get to her office.
Whoever was allied with this group of anti-Demon fanatics would surely know that they had been caught, and Wolfe wondered if they might have someone behind them who could clean up their mess, even out here at the Academy.
The Headmistress took them to a group of small offices in a back corridor instead of the main office and sat a small group in each of the unmarked rooms, keeping Wolfe for last.
Once she had him seated in what Wolfe was certain was an interrogation room, with spells etched into all the walls, a steel door and metal furniture bolted to the floor, the Headmistress turned a glare his way.
