Magic Life in the Empire

Cyril saw no reason to ruin his plan, so he simply stood still, continuing to wait for other people.

After what felt like an hour, a noise could be heard approaching. It was the sound of people arguing. This was not a peaceful morning, it seems.

Five people in total were coming over at a slow pace.

Leading the way was Richard, their professor of spell making. His usual uncaring expression was tinged with a bit of helplessness.

Right behind him followed Rose with even more helplessness visible; she peeked back from time to time before sighing.

The cause of their shared misery was also the ones making all of the noise.

Edmund and Bonzo 'The Poison Hand' were within striking distance, throwing insults at each other. Cedric tried to get in between them, acting as a mediator of sorts.

They didn't stop even when they arrived at the gates, they disregarded the looks everyone was giving them and only saw each other on their eyes.

Cedric, thinking of some idea, shot Cyril a look filled with hope.

What?

At this moment the professor joined in as well; he motioned with his head towards the two, subtly asking him to do something.