Three black large rats were currently fighting for a piece of rotten meat, tearing it apart and fighting each other for it ruthlessly, while an albino girl with red eyes watched them fight with a calm look on her face. Anadil was observing her rats' behaviour taking mental notes as to be able to train them better to listen to her orders better. She found them sure, but she didn't find their great potential until they proved themselves with their viciousness. The one that calls a rat a mere rodent and nothing else and nothing more underestimated the cruelness of their kind, for if a rat tries to join a new place, it shall be immediately torn to bits by the already existing ones, without a moment of hesitation. Imagine what these animals could do if they were at a larger scale.

She picked one of them up and gently petted them with care as the rat softly nuzzled into her touch. Despite the rats' aggressive behaviour they never once hurt Anadil and neither has she. They knew their place, they knew who their master was. They were rather intelligent. Intelligent enough to be aware that they are alive and well protected under her cloak from any cats or prey birds looking for a juicy meat snack, therefore, their loyalty laid to her and her entirely as they could not be bribed or convinced to like another, not doing as much as to even accept food given by another unless she signaled them that they may tear into it.

The girl had a strange aura coming off from her. You'd expect her to be rather soft, but she was incredibly scary. Sure she had all the traits needed to be considered a witch, which was kind of the whole point given that she was at the School for Evil, and people seem to forget that silence means danger. The more quiet a person is, the more they think, and the more they think, the more dangerous they are, for while everyone was busy talking, these individuals would analyze their enemies and people that got on their nerves. She was far more scarier than one would expect, a witch to be feared.