There was a small break as everyone settled down after what had just happened. Enforcers cleaned up the smell of blood which was left behind. Witches lit sage and cleansed the air and students of the academy distributed packed drinks labeled Phoenix nectar.
As the guests satisfied themselves on the rare, sweet juice extracted from a flower that only blossomed in the harvest of volcanic springs, freshness teased the air. The sound of talking voices increased as neighbors shared opinions on what had happened.
"I always knew that Morrel was one of the bad ones." Dorthy Cook pontificated loudly for all those that cared to hear.
And many did care to hear.
"Can you feel the change in the air? Truly evil has departed from this place." Someone was overheard declaring.
"I cannot believe that assistant dean was a traitor!" One student gossiped with the friend as they returned to their seats.
"The assistant dean did run the academy like a mad house." The friend answered.
