Two sheets of paper, each carrying a detailed picture of a student.
Finster Blume and Matthew Salinin slowly drifted and spun through the air.
A violet electric thrum crackled across the pages, causing them to hover and dance just inches above the slender fingers of a girl standing by the massive window.
She stared out into the dark night, her eyes fixed on the horizon where a blinding white light had recently faded.
"Um... My Lady Eclair, if I may say a word..." Vice Head Shine spoke up from the shadows of the room, his head bowed low.
"He keeps getting more and more intriguing as the days go on, doesn't he...?" Eclair whispered.
The sheer, twisted intensity in her voice caused an involuntary, violent pulse of thrum to erupt from her body.
The surrounding gravity warped instantly, causing loose textbooks and clothes around the room to lift off the floor and float aimlessly in the air.
