While Travis was attending to the demon warlords, the academy's courtyard was quiet again.
No more hissing squirrels, no more light-bursting demon worshipers, and—tragically—no more tea on Travis's lap.
But what remained was the heavy, inescapable weight of truth.
And suspicion.
Especially as everyone stood (or in Alex's case, squatted) in a loose circle around Raven, the sun barely peeking through the canopy, casting long shadows that felt too appropriate.
"So, uh…" Alex raised his hand like a third grader asking to go pee. "We're not gonna pretend a freakin' tentacle monster boy just teleported away in front of us, right?"
"Alex," Clara said, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"What?! That thing came outta his back! It was all 'wraaaghh!' And then poof—he went Doctor Strange on us! You all saw it!"
"Doctor Strange? Who's that?" Rufus tilted his head.
"Dunno, it just came to my mind and I said it," Alex shrugged.
Raven, looking at this, held his head.
