The cafeteria was a battlefield. Food splattered on walls, chairs overturned, magical sparks still fizzling in the air, and students either cheering, crying, or unconscious under the tables. It was chaos incarnate.
And right at the center of that chaos… stood Alicia von Crestvale.
White hair tied into a neat bun, pristine white-and-gold student council uniform untouched by the madness around her, and an aura so cold it made a frost fairy in the corner start shivering involuntarily. The room instantly dropped ten degrees.
Alicia's gaze swept over the cafeteria, scanning the mess, then narrowing in on the students still standing.
"All of you," she said, her voice calm—too calm. "Every student who was involved in this senseless chaos, regardless of your year, rank, or house… will be penalized."
Everyone froze.
With a flick of her fingers, a giant holographic board appeared, listing dozens—no, hundreds—of names.
