"Moony."
The single word landed in the hall with such familiarity and shameless disregard for ceremony that several students visibly blinked.
Mystica stopped mid-sentence.
Slowly, very slowly, she turned her head.
Magnus Yaer had risen from where he stood among the authoritative figures, clearly having reached the absolute limit of how long he could force himself to remain professional.
He looked completely unconcerned with the fact that he had just interrupted an official closing address before the entire academy.
"Is it about time to wrap this up or what?" Magnus called, sounding almost offended by the length of the formality. "I can't take it anymore."
A few students stared.
Some of the faculty looked utterly unsurprised.
Magnus continued as if nothing about this was remotely improper.
