Instructor Brey's eyes remained fixed on Noah.
The disgust on his face did not fade.
If anything, it deepened.
He hissed again, the sound sharp and unpleasant, before straightening his back slightly and tightening his grip around the cane.
"Noah Whiteheart," he said, his voice ringing clearly through the corridor. "For disrupting the peace of the academy…"
He paused for a brief moment.
Not because he needed to think.
But because he wanted every single student present to hear what came next.
"I hereby suspend you for one week!"
The words landed heavily, leaving no room for argument.
Noah's eyes widened in shock.
'One week?!' he thought. 'I'm clearly not at fault here!'
His gaze flickered instinctively toward Lloyd.
Lloyd was still standing there.
His hand—though lowered a little—remained partially outstretched. His fingers were still faintly tense, as if they had only just released the spell moments ago.
Anyone with eyes could see it.
