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Old 02-24-2021, 07:06 PM   #128 (permalink)
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The dramatics.

Really.

Nem couldn't look at any of them, the ones screaming or crying or breaking down or even looking stunned and lost. They'd found a feeling, finally, but it was that same one of utter disgust that lingered. Weakness, everywhere they turned, in some form or another. It had always been there, but suddenly Nem was more attuned to it than ever. At least Williamson had been dragged off by the Great Unwashed - despite the shoving, Nem hadn't really afforded them much attention - so there was no temptation to look at that sight anymore.

For the record, it really did take several professors telling them to move along before Nem actually did so, and even then, it was more that there was simply no reason to stay. They stared from Flamsteed to Recard and back again in the early morning gloom, and then briefly over at Peralta, Aguilar, Kitridge. Had none of them realised yet, how absolutely without power they all were here? Williamson had gone down like a sack of dung from one simple little spell, another would have taken him out of action entirely. Permanently. Maybe that one would, maybe he'd croak in the next few hours. The staff here were outnumbered, could be taken down with ease, and yet they still tried to keep up the appearance of having some semblance of control. For what? Who here believed it?

There really was nothing left to see, nothing Nem was interested in seeing. At last, they shoved their hands, wand still held in their left, back into their pockets. "Imagine where we'd be," they said, in a tone that blatantly hinted at anger, to nobody in particular, but so that the members of staff could hear it quite clearly. "If Trent hadn't let this happen. Imagine putting someone competent in charge of a school full of children." Actually, Nem didn't need to imagine it anymore, but that was better left unsaid for now.

Statement delivered, they turned away and headed for the castle. Might be worth thinking about what to do regarding the situation with their brother and sister, who had been escorted away with the rest. They'd add it to the list.
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