"Was that the ordinary doing?" Someone asked his voice a whisper but because of the stunned and quiet hall, his whisper was heard.
A stunned, fractured silence gave way to a frantic, buzzing murmur that swept through the Great Hall. The students, who moments ago had been jeering, now stared with wide eyes at the cracked arcane orb and the ordinary boy who had almost broken it. Whispers and pointed fingers followed Eryndor as he walked back toward the D-Class section, the crowd parting for him with a new, palpable mix of fear and awe. The collective mindset of the Academy had been violently, irreversibly shifted.
