Adam bolted to the corridor of the Common Hall in a blur of flapping uniform and sky-blue hair.
Desmond wrapped his feet in purple lightning boots, steps crackling against the floor. "YAHOO! Try to catch us, fools!"
The students who had been eyeing him burst into a ruckus.
"Catch them!"
"You're not leaving until we make you spit out how you're cheating!"
Half the students drew their wands. Chains, snakes, or cuff-shaped spells erupted in a whistling barrage to restrain them.
"You expect that to stop me?" Laughing, Adam lifted his palm.
Winds spiralled into a dark vortex with a strident roar. Space wrapped like origami as Adam left it and continued his escape. Dust rose from between slabs, and the layer of grime left by students' hands was forcefully peeled off walls—devoured by the vortex. When spells entered its boundary, they hummed before the wind tore them to pieces and gravity crushed whatever mana remained.
