Scolded for taking it too far

We were ushered into an elegant office with heavy oak furniture and stately decorations. It was the Dean of Magic’s office, and the Dean was not a happy man.

Tara and Bit had been escorted to the office as well, along with an Asian male student I hadn’t seen before. Apparently Tara and Bit had also not been given the option of retrieving clothing, as they were both still naked.

Alice, Tara, Bit, the unknown guy and I stood waiting as Millicent and the Dean talked. Millicent was giving him a full rundown on everything that had occurred.

“They cast silly spells back and forth initially,” said Millicent, “which wasn’t a big deal, except when they targeted me.“

“What?” I said. “No, we didn’t, Millicent! We wouldn’t do that!”

Millicent looked at me. “Do not interrupt me again,” she said, “and yes, you did. Why do you think your hair is the way it is?”

I blinked. “Because of Tara and Bit.”

Millicent rolled her eyes. “No, you silly girl,” she said. “You targeted me with a hair spell. I have protections in place and your spell rebounded on you. I only shaped the spell. I didn’t create it.”

Alice looked at me. “Oh, no,” she said. “The unidentified hair.”

I saw it immediately. I felt like I had just been punched in the stomach.

Millicent turned back to the Dean. “It started getting out of hand when Bit’s brother John,” she said, indicating the Asian guy standing next to Tara, “got involved. John apparently dated one of the Kay Zetas previously and knew how to get hold of one of the College artifacts. He figured no one would notice if one of the wands was gone for an hour.”

So that was how Tara had gotten that magic wand. Pretty clever. We hadn’t realized Bit had a brother already in the Darkview College of Magic.

Millicent continued. “Anyway, sir, you know the rest,” she said. “Nicole and Alice wrested control of the wand from Tara and Bit, and Nicole promptly misused the artifact, resulting in the situation. We’re still locating the students, but we should have it under control by tonight.”

The Dean nodded. “All right. Thank you, Millicent.” He looked at us. “The question now is what do we do with you all? So far, expulsion from the program is almost a certainty and criminal charges are a distinct possibility.”

I closed my eyes. It was becoming a worst case scenario.

There was silence for several heartbeats. Finally, Millicent turned to the Dean once again.

“May I forward a suggestion, sir?”

“Certainly, Millicent,” he said.