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Jessa was all set to sting Sam again when the sound of the door busting open drew all her attention. The Ravenclaw watched, wordless, as the Headmistress swept into the room and quickly made her way over to the stage area yelling orders and creating some semblance of coherency. Only thing was....they had to stay.
Holy kneazle this couldn't be happening. If this didn't get sorted out soon enough, her potion would be botched and who would she file a formal complaint with then? Professor Myers maybe, he'd been the one who organized the rehearsal for the day and hadn't been able to quell the earlier confusion. Ugh but as if anyone would care about her hard work. It would be passed off as another causality of the castle and she would be told to get over it. That was how everything was handled here, big and small.
Jessa rose with a fair bit of reluctance, moving around the woman to hop down from the stage and take a seat among the red chairs.
There was no protest on her part, what point would there have been in that? It didn't seem like any of this was negotiable and the Professors were already carrying out her orders to detain them all and ensure no one left. The Ravenclaw didn't wait for Mr. Kennedy's prompt. Hearing the Headmistress' words, she'd already gotten that her wand was meant to be back in it's holster but......"What if something happens? I'd rather have it out and ready...in case, Sir. I won't use it unless I need to." Wasn't like she'd continue hexing now that she'd been told not to but....just....would someone please make Sam shut up? Even if they couldn't snap her out of it, surely there was something else they could do.
Blue eyes trailed over to Abey....there was very little she supposed anyone would be able to do to remove him from his cousin's side and she'd be damned if she decided to give it a shot, especially with already being instructed to have a seat.
It was absolutely unbelievable. Stuck in here with the potential culprit like sitting ducks while the Professors tried to figure things out. The drama club was quickly becoming more trouble than it was worth. The 15 year old could've been safely locked away in her little makeshift lab by now, but no. Her hands gripped onto either armrest, her nails digging into the soft fabric. This was the only display to alert to a turbulent tide of agitation coursing below her surface. Other than that, her expression remained stoic. By now, the young girl was quite used to disasters and stressful situations, in the sense that she wasn't the type to overreact...or react at all outwardly--a form of shutting down if you will. Detaching herself from the situation. She would quietly assess the situation and so far, none of it was looking good.
Bloody brilliant.
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