Daisy Thornwood laughed, a sound that seemed rather like shrieking, her voice echoing off the chamber walls with harsh glee. Her face twisted with malicious satisfaction as she threw her head back.
"Then we vote," she announced after she was done laughing, slamming her palm on the mahogany table with a resounding crack.
Hands rose. One by one. Slow and deliberate. Lirion shot his arm up first, his face flushed with righteous anger.
Daisy followed immediately, her own hand trembling with excitement.
Halt raised his weathered hand with a grunt, his milky eye gleaming.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Principal Glass's hand remained flat on the table, his knuckles white against the dark wood. His jaw worked silently as he watched the votes accumulate.
"No," he said quietly.
Dred waved a dismissive hand when Daisy looked at him expectantly, leaning back in his chair with crossed arms. His face showed no emotion, but his refusal to participate spoke volumes.
