Void could sense Octavius's presence stirring within him, slowly reasserting control. A scowl twisted his features, frustration simmering beneath the surface. He had been denied the opportunity to be alone with Miss Wilmort, due to the sudden disruption caused by Emery.
And now, they were being summoned to the grand hall of the main Academy, where the council members and other authorities awaited. The weight of Octavius's impending return settled over him like a shroud.
[This is going to be a long day,] Void groaned inwardly, his gaze sweeping the grand hall as more students filed in, their murmurs and shuffling footsteps filling the air.
"They make us look like the most despicable of them all, and yet they turn a blind eye to the other faction's tardiness," a low, indignant voice muttered beside him. "Just look at them swooping in like they own the place. I'm quite certain if we had shown up late, we would've been reprimanded on the spot."
