The atmosphere in Principal Seraphis's office was suffocating. The room, adorned with dark wood furniture and shelves overflowing with books, exuded an air of authority that matched its occupant. A large window behind her desk let in faint sunlight, but it did little to alleviate the tension hanging in the air.
Enara and I sat side by side in uncomfortable chairs, while Ananara perched smugly on the edge of the desk, looking far too pleased with himself for someone who wasn't going to help. Seraphis loomed over us, her arms crossed and her expression a mixture of exasperation and fury.
"I've lost count of how many times I've told you both," Seraphis began, her voice tight with barely restrained anger, "that this Academy is not your personal battlefield."
"Hey, I didn't start the fight," I said, raising my hands defensively.
"No, but you certainly escalated it," she snapped.
