A commendation

"You did well boy," the Headmaster says. He's dressed in a dark brown robe that falls from the bottom of his bald wrinkled face to the floor.

"Thank you sir," you say. "I just did what was right."

Hallgrave peers at you through his glasses, searchingly.

"How's Parisa?" you ask.

"Recovering. I have excused her from lessons for the next two days as she recovers from her ideal. I have been told that she is eager to meet and thank her hero."

"And Victor?"

The headmaster lets out a long, deep sigh. "We have placed punitive measures upon him. His movements have been restricted by a curse, and he will not be able to enter any room apart from the classrooms and his own dorm."

You are shocked. "He tried to **** Parisa! He should have been expelled, at least!" you clamor.

"Mr Kyrie comes from a wizarding family of great prestige. Such a move would be... hasty," the headmaster goes on. "We have done our best to make sure he will no longer harm the students and faculty of this school, but beyond that, our hands are tied."

"That's bullshit."

You push past the headmaster and barge out of the room. Running down the corridor, a white rage clouds your vision.