"Let's see how you get out of this one now hehe prepare to be expelled," one of Derek's goons whispered from the side.
Victor interrupted with a sardonic smile. "I'm ready."
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Victor was escorted down narrow passages to a small academy restraint cell: roughly twelve feet wide with stone benches, magic-runes on the walls to prevent teleportation or escape...
Which was practically useless because Victor could leave whenever he wanted but he wouldn't risk letting them know that he was unaffected.
One side held a small window and bars of frost-steel. He sat on the lower bench with his arms folded as he looked out toward dawnlight edging the walls.
About an hour later, a knock heralded Lysandra's entrance into the cell corridors.
