Frightened whispers filled the hall until Elgin’s voice rang out.
“Our Magic here on Earth has been damaged,” she said in that calm and comforting voice. “Rest assured the Orator’s Office is working diligently to correct the issue. Remain calm, and know we are here to ensure your safety. I am personally here for each one of you.” She hesitated a moment. “The Portals to Earth have collapsed. We cannot allow you to travel home at this time. Nor can anyone travel through the Portal here.”
“That’s ridiculous,” said Roswyn under his breath.
That buzz of fear through the crowd grew in volume. They were stuck here.
Rowan stood silently next to Elgin. He was truly void of any expression or emotion next to Elgin’s concerned face.
Elgin continued. “The Healing Wing is filled with students, some of them completely unconscious. If you have taken at least two Healing Classes please join Madam Kensington in the Healing Wing,” said Elgin. “For now that is all.”
“That’s all?” Repeated Abraxas incredulously. “Is no one going to tell us what’s happening?”
Students around them were expressing the same concern.
“Did Kietel do this?” Screamed out a voice from the shadowed crowd.
Headmaster Elgin cupped her hands together. “Please understand, we do not know what has caused this. I know you are scared. But Vaukore is the safest place for you right now.”
Roswyn and Abraxas began speaking up as well. Maeve didn’t say a word to any of them as she turned away, their bickering fading into the background. A cool, slender hand wrapped around her own, drawing her attention over her shoulder.
“I’m sure he’s fine,” said Mal calmly. “But let me know when he replies.”
Maeve nodded, and he let go, turning back towards the rest as Maeve practically ran to The Wings. She wasn’t the first one to run to the Wings. She shoved past a younger student who was already there.
“It’s not-” the student protested.
“Shut up.”
She grabbed one of the complimentary pieces of paper and quill and hastily wrote her father.
Are you alright? What is happening?
She sealed the envelope with the provided wax, not bothering to take the time to use her own family crest wax seal. She pushed off the desk and headed for the enchanted desk at the head of the room. She placed her letter, addressed to the desk of Ambrose Sinclair, on the desk and sighed. Nothing happened. She grabbed the letter hastily and put it back down. It still remained. She raised it and slammed it down with a slap once more. The letter remained.
“The portals are damaged,” said a voice from behind her.
She turned, and Headmaster Rowan stood in maroon, and gold velvet embroidered robes. He clasped his fingers tightly together, his face taunt as he spoke to Maeve.
“Which means the magic that desk uses is too.”
“Then I’ll use a raven,” she said sternly.
“There is no need. Your Father managed to get you a letter through my own personal portal.”
“What?” She snapped.
A smiled almost pulled at his lips. “Come, Miss Sinclair.”
“I don’t trust you,” she said.
“A wise choice,” said Rowan. “Given that I’ve betrayed you before. But I have never betrayed your father. And I don’t intent to start now.”
He was still a spy for her father after all.
“You’re still his spy?”
“Always was.”
