"Enough," she said, her voice calm but firm. "Both of you — stop. I will talk to you two later."
Drake and Boo both stiffened. Drake's golden eyes went wide, while Boo's mouth dropped open in an offended little 'o.' They knew that tone meant Teacher was serious.
Before they could squeak out an excuse, Alina stood and strode outside. She returned a moment later followed by two staff workers, both older-looking supernaturals.
They walked inside so casually, like a flood of water and half-burned flowers were just another Tuesday problem.
"Clean this up, please," Alina said, massaging her burnt hand gently.
One of the staff gave her a kind nod. "Of course, Miss Hart."
With a soft hum, the staff used their magic powers, a swirl of pale light rose from their hands, lifting the soggy paper bits and drying the puddles in seconds. Tiny glitter pieces floated up and swirled away into nothingness, like little stars vanishing in daylight.
