Mina looked around as the entire room was locked into place, faces pressed to trays and tables where they sat. Dread moved over her. Though she wasn’t the one controlling the room, exerting an unfathomable amount of power over all others, she knew that she was going to suffer the consequences. For a moment, it was worth it to see Gwen squirm like she made her squirm. True, the treatment was far from equal, not exactly being an eye for an eye, but for once she was the one feeling inferior in a space where she usually reigned supreme. Despite their tense exchange, Mina found herself feeling bad, especially when a gold stream ran down her leg and formed a puddle on the ground. She was likely fearing for her life, scared that the Demon Lord would rip her tongue from her skull as he so vividly and colorfully explained. Even she thought that he might. As she tore her eyes away from the sight, glancing about the dining hall, everyone thought the same. They were all shaken to their cores.<br/><br/>Mina knew she was going to be in trouble.<br/><br/>Not only that, but she knew that her peers would be frightened—not of her, but of upsetting her ill-tempered demon who was clearly heavy handed with his arsenal of powers. Mina wasn’t unpopular by any stretch, but she was well-known before. Harmless, approachable, easy going. She was slowly being alienated, not that she wanted to be a part of Gwen’s awful clique.<br/><br/>“I don’t really have much of an appetite anymore.” She muttered. How could she with a puddle of piss next to her and a frightened girl weeping and drooling all over the table?<br/><br/>When he finally released her, Gwen sobbed and the rest of the students were silent, shocked and horrified. The bell gonged above their heads and everyone was still, though they were free to move. Mina was the only one to make her way out of the dining hall, a pace faster than her usual leisurely stroll. The pathways were flooded with students moving from one class to the next. While in route, a voice called at her back. “Ms. Gregory.”<br/><br/>A woman stood behind her in a pencil skirt and a black blouse. “The Head Master has requested to speak with you in his office. Bring your demon along, please.” She led the way swiftly, and with a sigh Mina followed her all the way toward the front of the school to the office where other troublemakers waited for their verbal lashing. Naturally, given the rather violent nature of her visit, she was ushered along past them straight to Head Master Thorne’s door. The man sat behind a large, oaken desk. The red velvet drapes behind him were drawn closed, covering the massive windows that overlooked the expansive campus.<br/><br/>“I knew I would be seeing you again, Ms. Gregory, but not so soon. Please have a seat.” He said, gesturing to the chair in front of him. Mina moved forward and did just that, folding her hands in her laps and sitting up straight. She had very few disciplinary meeting with the Head Master. Most of her infractions were benign: sleeping, tardiness, disruptiveness. Never violence against another outside the appropriate venues. “I understand that your situation is likely difficult to navigate. Your demon is far more powerful than you are. This is not the case for the average student, who can exercise some measure of control over their bond.”<br/><br/>“I apologize. I got upset and Syn was taking up for me. Things got a little out of hand and I should have said something—“<br/><br/>“But that’s just it, Ms. Gregory. Even if you said something, he might have persisted despite your wishes. He can do that as he surpasses you in strength in a way that is uncommon for the average student. Either you must learn to control him, or he must be willing to control himself . . . for your sake. This is a warning, Ms. Gregory. Next time there will be consequences for unnecessary violence. We are an academy dedicated to the forces of good and all the values that go along with being<i>good</i>. If you and your demon cannot uphold the values of our institution, then perhaps you will find better accommodations at a place like Warwick Academy.” Chaos Academy, as the students of Kennewick referred to it. “Are we clear?”<br/><br/>“Like crystal.” Mina smirked as she pushed herself up.<br/><br/>“Syn, is it?” The Head Master said, rising to his feet. “The students here are practically children by comparison. Noble though it was to take up for your charge, I would respectfully ask that you refrain from resorting to violence in small matters among student unless your charge is truly threatened with violence.”