The scent of chamomile tea filled Mr. Foringray’s office teachers gathered silently, still shocked by what they’ve witnessed back in the school hospital. “Morn, she can’t stay here. She’ll be in danger.” Mr. Marchion gasped. “Nope, the Academy will be in danger.” Ms. Blanc said.
Mr. Foringray sighed, uncertain what should be the proper action to the situation. He suddenly recalled what was written on the small note Minister Lucas gave him. Monique le Clair. It was Monique’s name written on the note. So he already knew. He was thinking to surrender Monique to the Council but he suddenly changed his mind. “The Academy is obliged to protect its students.” Ms. Fouche felt happy by the Director’s decision, but the others were in doubt. “Morn, we can’t afford to put the other students’ lives i
