<span class="fixed-color" style="color:gold">Priscilla:</span><br/>As her friend and roommate went on she nodded, at least until Gracd seemed to think of something which had Priscilla arch an eyebrow.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:gold">What are you thinking?"</span>Priscilla asked only to have Gracd suddenly change the subject.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:gold">"Fine change the subject then..."</span>she huffed before rolling her eyes ones more. So they were back on this tirade. Priscilla had to admit Grace was certainly putting a lot of effort into trying to claim innocence.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:gold">"Yes well most of them don't claim to be royal blood, nor do they destroy the bushes under the tree when they fall out of them. I mean shouldn't you expect to be under a microscope by now?"</span>she commented as she started in her salad. Grace was starting to sound a bit like that Kelly girl who was always getting into trouble.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:deepskyblue">Lucinda:</span><br/>She was just starting on her sandwich when the other girl asked to join her. Lucinda wasn't unfriendly or anything but it was a bit odd that with a handful of open tables that the other girl would want to join the table of someone she had never met before. It definitely caused an eyebrow to raise slightly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:deepskyblue">"If you want."</span>she replied with a small shrug. If she had to guess she would say the girl wasn't an upperclassmen, likely a freshman, but if she was looking for advice, Lucinda had none to give as it was her first day here. But she wouldn't judge the girl, that was something her parents liked to do, not her. So for now she remained silent, eating her lunch.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:purple">Morgan</span>&<span class="fixed-color" style="color:red">Elisia</span><br/>Morgana took no notice Sebrina's spell or ignored it entirely. Her attention was too focused elsewhere to even bother with the minor spell. In the meantime the sky had rather suddenly become overcast and it looked ready to storm.<br/><br/>At Bell's request Elisia gave her a funny look as she glanced behind them.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:red">"Right I'll get right on that... considering there are none, we're in the center of a maze. The only other person here was pretty clearly lost."</span>she commented, mostly to herself.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:red">"That aside what do you even expect to do here...</span>she added with a sigh. Oh well, guess she would guard the only way in or out of the maze's center. That aside there was hardly a Light show, the vines didn't glow and the aura around the girl controlling them wasn't bright at all.<br/><br/>Morgana's annoyance was starting to grow, and not at the cult member in the vines. Now it was directed at Bell.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:purple">"Did you not hear me? This is over your head."</span>she replied, then it dawned on her, Bell didn't realize who she was.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:purple">"Wait can it be... you don't remember me, my dear Bedivere, it is I, Morgana. And this man is..."</span>in her distraction of dealing Bell and Elisia the cultist had managed to get a hand free and fired off a poorly aimed spell which hit Morgan's left shoulder and knocked her to the ground with a cry of anger and pain. It wasn't a light show before, but the cultist's spell had caused a bright flash. Not enough to blind anyone but enough to be noticeable, Sebrina would be able to find them with or without the spell.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:purple">"Blast it... that was your fault Knight!"</span>Morgan snapped as she touched her shoulder and winced. She was definitely bleeding, then she noticed the Cultist trying to escape and reached for her pendent once more to cast another spell.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:red">"Where do you think you're going?"</span>Elisia commented as she leveled an extendable baton at the man. Being the school's weapons master had its perks.<br/><br/>"Through you!" The cultist snapped as he prepared to cast another spell.<br/><br/>The Headmaster continued to watch from his office, hands still clasped behind his back.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:grey">"Interesting weather we're having today."</span>he commented as his gaze remained on the maze.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson">"Interesting indeed, but I sense your hand at play in it, old man."</span>Kassandra replied.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:grey">"I am not nearly as old as you my dear."</span>Merlin replied.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson">"Conceeded."</span>she responded.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson">"What more do you need to see... he attacked a student."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:grey">"Under normal circumstances you would be right. But those three are not ordinary students. Let's see what they do."</span>he answered.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:grey">"Do not fret, I will intervene soon enough."</span>Kassandra didn't like not doing anything but Merlin knew what he was doing, or so she hoped.