“i’m thinking violent thoughts at you constantly.”

Katya blinked at the masked figure, mind working even as her body stayed deep in the action, throwing up a protego. There was always the possibility of talking shit to manipulate people, but putting that aside... the other’s words suggested someone who saw her regularly, which would indicate a fellow student. It wasn’t like Katya didn’t know there were students involved—there was a reason the MA formed, after all—and given the setting and numbers of this chaos, it made sense there were students... but there was something different between being aware of something rationally and the sudden tightness in her chest at the inescapability of the realisation. Resolve replaced the tightness, and she dropped the protection charm, sending a stunning jinx at her opponent instead. “Hiding violent thoughts behind a mask?” she called, already in motion to try dodge any retaliatory hex if her opponent ducked from her spell. “Sounds about right—-I’d always heard you lot were cowards.” Part of her was wondering, suddenly, if there was a leak in the MA — someone who pretended to be their friend, their ally, who was hiding behind one of these masks, planning violence against their members — but she pushed that away. Now was hardly an appropriate time for a crisis of faith.