After a moment, Mystica faced the hall properly. "Good morning, my dear second-years."
The response came unevenly, but clear enough. "Good morning, Lady Mystica."
"I hope you had a lovely weekend," she said, voice warm and playful. "Though judging by some of these faces, perhaps not. A few of you look as if Core Myst visited your rooms last night and threatened your bloodlines."
A few nervous laughs slipped through the hall.
Dylan lifted his hand slightly. "Lady Mystica, for you, I would allow Core Myst to threaten me directly."
The hall went still for half a second.
Maxwell slowly closed his eyes.
Asher muttered something that sounded like a threat.
The Water Magic professor's expression hardened. "Mr. Wellington."
Dylan looked at him as if only now remembering other authority figures existed. "Professor."
"That is enough."
