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CHAPTER 356
~Principal Whitmore's POV~
As soon as the incident reached my table, I had a call placed to the White Witch Clan/Association. And had them send two of their best to help heal the student.
If anyone could save the girl and keep this from turning into chaos, it was them.
Marianne was in no shape for anything. I heard she had been found cold that morning, passed out in the corridor of one of the classrooms.
By the time she was rushed to the infirmary, Nurse Abigail had already tried every healing charm she knew, every tonic within reach.
Nothing had worked. The girl remained locked in a coma, her chest rising and falling faintly like she was drifting further away with each breath.
I could not afford whispers spreading faster than the truth. If word reached the wrong ears before we took action, the entire academy's safety would be called into question.