Sholol<br/><br/>A rustling sound is heard as the fae digs out from under the table cloth.  Muttering in her ancient language, the words if recognizable by the listener are extremely uncomplimentary towards whatever caused this black out.<br/><br/>Her head and upper torso pops out of the table cloth, and light sparkles from her faintly.  She has pulled on a cloak, but her face and hands glow with a phosphorous gleam, her skin pale as ice and glittering like a star.  The expression on her face is severely disgruntled, her lilac eyes glittering with suppressed malice.  “If I find out that a student caused all this mischief, there will be a comeuppance for them,”  she fairly growls as she pulls herself up, hugging the cloak around her small body.