Commotion and chatter filled the room, thousands and thousands of students whispering to each other about the news.

Haven't they heard? Magic, pure witchery, was used on campus. It was a joke..Nobody was allowed to use their magic at all.

After the commotion, you were stopped in the hall by one of your students. It was Cyrian.

"Ma'am?" His accent was heavy, though his voice was softer than a lullaby.