Mirage (Shall We Date Wizardess Heart Fanfiction)

Chapter 51: Is violence really the answer?

*Attention: this chapter might contain themes related to violence, blood and suggestion of sexual abuse. Please scroll down with caution*

Barring the door behind him, Randolph took the stairs three at a time and strode into the lower floor rather with impatience.

The detention camera's corridor was a dark, damp and chilly, the scope being only illuminated by the singled candle wall-sconces every few meters. No entries ou exits on each side, merely brick walls welcoming anyone who had the audacity of pursuing further.

The fury of his footsteps echoed around and disturbed the silent setting. As he fast-walked down the hallway, he stripped off his jacket, neatly folding it and resting on his forearm while rolling up the opposite sleeve. Everything blended with everything else, the walls, the arched ceiling, and the candles. He was on the edge, and not hiding his towering rage; there were so many things filling his mind, and yet, so little ways of keeping his hands busy.

In less than a minute, the chamber itself was within reach. The dark gloomy undersized boxes covered by thick bars lined down the hallway. The iron bars made the environment seem like a real jail cell. A single line of moonlight streamed in through the small window at the ceiling. The detention chamber was dark enough that it wasn't an exaggeration to say that was the only light.

Randolph slowed down his pace, walking along with the massive set of chambers which were meant to hold students who misbehaved and await their punishments, only to stop by the one that was guarded by two umbras and, also a boy with cotton-candy hair, his Prefect's uniform was rather disheveled, giving him sloppy vibe. He was leaning against the cold bars, eyes closed and arms crossed, seemingly listening in and on alert to what was happening inside. Two more lads stood tall near the wall that mirrored the referred box, a blonde and ginger; both were in their official duty-related uniforms thus, fully dressed to the occasion, were whispering a couple of words to one another possibly regarding what brought them down there. Within the cell, sitting down on a barren bed was someone who until a few hours Randolph called a colleague and, a dear friend. A young wizardess dressed in a grey shirt, a white jacket with a gold-buckle black belt and coat overtop, as well as a grey thigh-short skirt, was giving the professor Merkulova a cup of water and a slice of bread. She was addressing him with a soft expression while he remained with his gaze glued to the ground.

It appeased Randolph that Klaus had kept his word and waited for further instructions. He patted his shoulder, breaking their conversation and making their gazes turn his way before straggling away, daintily throwing his jacket onto the table established between boxes and approaching the intended one.

Soon enough, the girl noticed his presence at the cell's door. The doors let out a shrilled sound as one of the umbras opened it for her to walk out. She glanced up, instantly locking eyes with him, "I'm so sorry, headmaster. How is Aurora doing, by the way?"

"She's doing the best she can." was the only thing he answered.

"I wouldn't think otherwise." She said with a faint smile, "She is a strong girl, for sure she'll get over this." and assessed him, his chiseled features were unreadable and hard.

Randolph clenched his hands into fists and his jaws clenched together, reminding himself of that seemingly vulnerable child struggling under the grip of someone who was supposed to guide and protect. His eyes were closed, his body hunched; he tried to control his temper. After a prolonged thoughtful pause, he released the tension in his hands and inhaled deeply. "You might want to leave, Liz. What will happen next won't be a pretty sight."