Aurora
Principal Morrigan clasped her hand in front of her, biting her lower lip as she paused her story. I could tell from her expression that recalling the story saddened her greatly. Was she really that close to my mother? From everything that she had said, it seemed to be so.
"Professor Thorne trained my mother?" I asked, my investment in the story deepening.
"Well--"
"Principal Morrigan."
Our eyes shifted to the door where Mr. Hargrid, one of the Adjudicators of the gauntlet match, stood. His face was contorted into an angry frown, his teeth bared and his breathing heightened. A small crowd gathered behind him, filled with judges and audiences from the gauntlet. They all had the same expression as Mr. Hargrid.
"Mr. Hargrid," Principal Morrigan muttered, her tone calm despit
