Prefect Alan led Aegis through marble corridors. His smug expression made her want to punch him.
[Bet he thinks he's hot shit for dragging in a scholarship student.]
The guards flanked her like she might bolt. Fair assumption, honestly.
They stopped at heavy oak doors. Brass plaques read:
Disciplinary Committee Chamber
"Inside." Alan's voice dripped satisfaction.
The chamber wasn't what Aegis expected. No grand courtroom. Just a medium-sized room with five professors behind a curved desk. Off to the side, Varyn lounged against the wall. Talia stood beside him, arms crossed, yellow eyes gleaming.
[Talia, you loveable cunt.]
"Miss Starcaller." Professor Whittles, the lead committee member, shuffled papers. "You stand accused of academic misconduct."
"By who?"
"That's not relevant."
Aegis glanced at Varyn. He smirked.
[Sure. Not relevant.]
"The evidence?" Whittles continued. "Perfect scores across all entrance exams. Unprecedented for a commoner with no formal education."