Invidia was in her office sitting in her desk with a tablet on her sauder heritage wooden desk. The office was 20 by 30 square feet and the floor was decorated by a round flower bed of various colors in the center of the room. A pair of cotton armchairs set on the other side of Invidia's desk for guest appearances. A botanical chandelier bathed the room in a soft earthly glow giving it a natural type ambiance.
She was analyzing a series of questions and was figuring out which ones she wanted to place on a test. She was smiling with anticipation at the scheduled event for the day. She knows she shouldn't have done what she did, yet there was something about Jason that fascinated her and she wanted to see it for herself. She is a woman after all. What kind of girl didn't like two guys fighting for her attention. She grinned at the thought. She closed her eyes and a wistful sigh escaped her lips. Her eyes took on a more dreamy and longing display as she imagined Jason touching her body with his hands. Moisture already started to gather in between her legs and she rubbed her thighs together as a slight itch began to form inside her body. She wanted to relieve herself from the growing irritation but she held herself back. Now wasn't the time to entangle in self pleasantries. There was something that needed to be done first and she intended on being there to see it with her own eyes. Her eyes took on a more lustful tone as she remembered her past.
She and her sisters were brought to the brink of extinction just for existing, she wanted to live life the way it was meant to. So she became a teacher. She wanted to make sure what happened in the past stayed there and looked toward the horizon. She could finally see hope and that hope took the form of a single spark of flame that was about to start an uncontrollable wildfire in the school. She was filled with anxiety, anticipation and desire.
"With how fast you are growing, you should be able to put up a fight against him now." Her expression turned serious. "If his family is who I think they are, we need all the help we can get. I didn't live all these years for being naive. I need your help Jason and you are the only one I can turn to for this but I must make sure you are ready."
She looked out her window when a notification went off on her watch. She looked at it and her eyes went wide with shock as she read the message. She then ran from the room as fast as her legs allowed heading for a specific location. She wouldn't want to miss the show that was about to unfold.
Headmistress Morgan was preparing for a meeting with the teachers of the academy when a notification on her watch appeared. She looked down and when she read the notification, she stopped moving. Her brown hair flowed down her back and bangs covered her eyes and the emotions on her face. Walls seemed to crack and fix themselves in a continuous loop as if the walls didn't know whether to be shattered or repaired. Her fists clenched together before relaxing and the damages to the surrounding environment returned back to normal. She then vanished from the room as if she were never there.
The officers of the disciplinary committee were on patrol when the all received a notification from a professor. The head of the committee sent a message to every member issuing instructions on how to best proceed with the current situation while providing safety for the rest of the students.
It doesn't erase the fact that a student broke the rules, but it does alleviate the situation by maintaining a sense of security at the academy. Once the committee has their orders, most members went back to continuing their patrol while a group of Individuals went to the training hall to inspect the area before the arrival of the head of the committee. Two members were ordered to go to the student council and inform them of the situation.
The student council was in chaos with everything that was happening in such a short time. First they had to prepare for the upcoming placement exams for the freshmen. Then they had to prepare for upcoming recruitments for potential candidates. Now they just recently had word that a student went ahead and broke the rules and committed an act of murder. A lethal blow where the victim had no chance of fighting back. All in front of a teacher no less. The audacity of this student was exponential. There were reasons why blessed were allowed to kill in the field of combat. There was no greater honor than dying in combat.
As the members of the student council were running around like bats out of hell, one girl slammed her hand on the desk and silenced everyone. Her Snow White hair was pulled into a pony tail and flowed down her back. Her eyes were white and her red lips were moist and thin but displayed an annoyed expression. Her hands were perfectly manicured and her nails had a silver polish to them. She wore a black blazer with a matching skirt and black leggings. She had a wolf under a silver moon on her back.on the left chest of her blazer was a pendent that showed she was the president of the student council.
The second she slammed her hand down on the table in the middle of the room, everyone froze where they were. The only sound that followed were the papers that fell out of people hands. She stood straight were her held up and her expression calmed down to such a degree that anyone would think that she was unbothered by anything. She started giving her orders. "Everyone will continue doing what they were scheduled to do. Leave the investigation to me."
The student council looked at one another briefly. "She is going personally?" They all thought. They quickly moved to follow her orders as she moved outside and headed to the training hall.
All of this happened within a thirty seconds. And in those thirty seconds, a flame was ignited in the training hall.