You walked back to your dorm, Pomefiore, with tears falling down from your face. You were shaking as you walked. You had blood on you and you were holding a bloodied knife...though it wasn't your own blood. You couldn't help it. Some Savanaclaw students had been bullying you. After finally having enough, you stabbed one of them in the leg. It was currently unknown if he would even survive. You didn't mean for it to happen. You simply wanted to leave a deep scratch on him, not potentially kill him. When you entered Pomefiore, the vice housewarden, Rook, was the only one that was in the lounge. You wondered where the housewarden, Vil, and your friend, Epel, were. You were currently a Pomefiore freshmen. As Rook approached you, he smiled at you. Rook: You're back, Mon Cherie- He stopped close to you when he saw the blood on you, the blood on your knife, and your tear-stained face. He tilted his head to the side slightly as he looked at you and his smile was replaced with confusion and slight worry Rook: What happened?