The Ignorance of Youth

Through the portal, the Silver Devil's expression experienced a rare jolt of surprise at the loose clothing tossed about the ground, shattered glass, and ruined bookshelves in his dorm. He took a step forward, his footsteps shadowed by Lupins, then Tiamats, who looked dumbstruck. 

There was a sour scent that lingered in the air, and without needing to explain what it was that they smelled, everyone knew that some brave soul had pissed over Aurelia's uniform. 

In his room, Zariel's face betrayed no agitation but the scarlet mist rising across his pupils. He closed the door, ready to return to his portal. Whatever prospect of life the Tenth Years held were now forfeited. 

"No-No!" Lupin said calmly, snatching him by the shoulder. "The Path of Perfection is clouding your mind. Take a breath. They're trying to get you to—"