"Is 'sorry' enough? He said, he's got some nerve."
Seraphina muttered those words as she walked toward the principal's office.
Behind her, the ice statue floated in the air, silently following her.
The academy corridors were unusually quiet, the usual chatter of students absent at this hour.
Soft light filtered through the tall windows, reflecting faintly on the polished floor, while the frozen figure trailing behind her left a thin trail of cold in the air.
Soon, she paused before the principal's office.
Even though she wasn't the principal, she had the authority to do as she pleased.
The doors opened as she walked in.
Seraphina stopped before the desk and placed her hand on the globe.
A pulse of mana entered it.
-THUS -THUS
With a smooth motion, the floor to the side parted, revealing a hidden passage below.
The mechanism moved silently, well-maintained and precise, as if used often.
