"Hmm..." absent-mindedly, I tapped a pen to my lips, the other hand stroking Lilith, my faithful demon - now in the form of a sleek black cat, though of course she had much more deadly and alluring forms. She was my secret ace, prowling the corridors, making sure everything was in order. The closes thing I had to a friend, possibly more.
I sat, sprawled on my office chair, black mahogany decorated with bone. The lighting was specially arranged so my body and the area behind the desk in general was cast in shadow, an aurora of light illuminating my contours.
Minutes ago, I had peered into my scrying skull - a powerful demonic artifact that allowed me to glimpse pretty much anything that went on in this school - and watched the dragon boy burn the phoenix. I had watched as Miss Wirestone had 'taken care of it'. Sterner action was required.
"Lilith dear," I murmured. "Go and bring me Miss Wirestone, will you?"
Lilith sprang down from my lap and, in the air, morphed into her usual from, a young, fiery haired woman in black with a playful expression permanently stamped onto her face.
She opened the door of my office, on the top floor of the Academy, and skipped away.
Spoiler
Your cue, barefootrunner. And for those that were wondering, this http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/ ... /anime.jpg is Lilith
