#keyia!!

Sit - help them sit down.

She was shaking like a leaf in the wind, mouth in a grim line as she stared straight ahead. She was It was one thing to get caught in a tussle by a student, or even another teacher, but to be caught in a full on, fist or rather in this case spell flying fight by the vice-principal? Oh this wasn’t how she wanted to spend her afternoon at all. She was fairly buzzing with the pent up magic and energy of the spell she had been mid fire and the unspent energy had her more than a little on edge. She looked a mess, but no worse than her opponent had by the time they had been separated. 

The office door closed behind them, Vanimelda stayed right by it knowing better than to move unless he was called and she shot him a betrayed glance, so much for having him on her side but she honestly didn’t blame him. The whole time they had marched from the common area to his office Key had been silent and while she normally didn’t mind silence, from him it was terrifying. Now her eyes frantically darted around his office unsure of how much trouble she was in. 

She was being eased into a chair with Key’s aid and as she sank down she was surprised by how exhausted she felt. Still Key continued to say nothing and she fidgeted for a moment before pulling a notebook from her pocket and a pen from her curls. 

‘Am I...

just how...

It looked worse than...

The bitc-

I’m sorry for disturbing your class but I’m not sorry for-

It wasn’t my fault, she started it

Please say something Uncle...Professor Key Your silence is scarier than any spell I didn’t get to cast.’

Several messages were written and scratched out before she finally held the message out to him gnawing at her lip nervously.