Uneventful

"Yeah, get out of here, weakling. You don't belong here," Sam choked out, saliva spraying from his mouth in frustration.

Klaus smirked. In the blink of an eye, however, the smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, menacing expression. His gaze locked onto Sam with a chilling intensity.

"I might not have that little title you all flaunt," Klaus said in a voice as cold as ice, "but that doesn't mean I'm weaker than you. You all know I am the strongest staff in this room, and I could easily rid myself of you with the mere snap of my fingers."

The words dripped with a venomous threat. Sam, where he sat, felt a shiver crawl down his spine, and cold sweat began to trickle down his forehead. The air around Klaus seemed to grow heavier, more suffocating.

Klaus glared at him for a long moment, the tension thick enough to slice through. Finally, he turned away, his back retreating as he began to walk towards the door.