Celina walked out of the classroom, following the member of the student council to the trial room.
Students watched her as she walked out of the classroom, knowing that she was in deep trouble.
"Enter," the students said to her, pointing at the entrance. Celina wasted no time, walking into the chamber.
The stone walls of the trial chamber were tall and cold, rising up like prison bars to the heavens. Torchlight flickered along their surface, casting shadows that danced across the crimson carpet rolled out in the centre of the room. The air was thick... not with magic, but with judgment and so much tension.
Celina stood silently in a boxed platform made of reinforced crystal and steel. It resembled a cage more than a courtroom pulpit, and it was where the academy placed "criminals."
She was wearing her uniform and on her face hung an air of calm defiance. Her snow-white hair fell freely down her back, her crimson eyes steady and clear.
