Damian arranged it through a bribe.
The detention cells were in the academy's lower levels. It was cold and dark. Meant to be uncomfortable.
Ravenna sat in her cell, looking smaller than usual. Her dark magic aura was suppressed by anti-magic shackles.
When she saw me, her eyes widened. "Hadeon? How did you....."
"Ten minutes," the guard said. "That's all I can give you."
I nodded thanks, waited for him to step back.
"Are you okay?" I asked quietly.
"I've been better." She tried to smile and failed miserably. "They're saying I practiced necromancy. That I was trying to raise the dead."
"We know you didn't."
"Do you?" She looked at me. Really looked. "Because I research dark magic, and some forbidden things. Maybe they're right to..."
