Ruelle followed the guard towards Mr. Oak's office, where soft footsteps echoed in the corridors. She hadn't expected to be summoned—at least not today, and especially not right after the game. Her eyes flicked up to the walls, noting the portraits of staff and other important people who all appeared to be either vampires or vampiresses.
At last, they arrived at a large, intricately carved wooden double door. The guard turned to her and instructed,
"Wait here. Mr. Oak is currently occupied. You will be called in soon."
Ruelle nodded, folding her hands in front of her. What could the head of the Sexton possibly want her? Perhaps it was about June? She was still lost in thought when the distant murmur of voices drifted closer, echoing softly through the corridor.
