You don't want to deal with any of this right now. You just roll over and try to sleep. Everything will work out tomorrow, you're sure of it. After a while you manage to drift off to sleep.
The sound of a magical puff of smoke awakens you, and you feel your body being pulled through a time-space warp. Since you were lying down, you belly flop the hard concrete floor when you re-enter the real world. A stone floor, stone walls, a bed and bars. You've been transported to the school's holding cells.
One of the higher-rung teachers appears outside your cell with his arms crossed. "What part of immediately don't you understand, witch? So you allowed your student to be killed, and then you go rogue. If I didn't know better, I would think you killed him. What do you have to say for yourself?"
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