"It happened again?" A sing-song voice called from the corner of the room.
Bartholomew waved his hand, sending a burst of violet light towards the source of the sound. The attack reached the target, but before it could make contact—the space distorted before returning back to normal.
A figure appeared dressed in a crimson robe, a noble black dress beneath it, showing off the sultry curves of a woman. She had shimmering red hair that came over her shoulders, seemingly fusing into her robe.
"Is this the way you treat your beloved sister?" the woman crooned, wearing a small frown upon her face.
The headmaster glanced at his older sister, his rage subsiding considerably. "You seem far too young to be the sister I remember," he replied briefly, turning his back on the woman.
