The rotting food, while dramatic, wasn't QUITE getting the reaction Slyvester had been hoping for. He had been watching in the shadows, keeping himself hidden, hoping that his tricks would stir some sort of fervor in Trent to start moving forward with the return of his treasure. Nope. Time to take this up another notch.

The ghost made himself visible, floating above the staff table and GLARING down at Trent, who was continuing to disappoint him at every turn. How many more threats was it going to take? He wasn't asking for much - just for them to RETURN what was HIS and his alone!

"I am sick of your games, Trent! What do I have to do to get you to realize that I. WANT. MY. TREASURE. BACK!" Slyvester yelled at Trent before turning in anger and glaring at the students nearby. This wasn't enough, not enough at all!

He balled his hands up in to fists and SWOOPED through the air, flying through a number of students (Violet, Carsyn, Irithel and Avalon) and causing that unsettling sort of cold feeling as he passed by. A moment later, he had vanished in to thin air once again.

Maybe that would get their attention...