BloodsportJackSGymErin

Suddenly, Erin's chanting from just minutes ago leaps to the front of your mind.

Magic.

Chanting.

The lights.

Miss Grey.

You stare at the floor. "Its not real, it's not real, it couldn't have happened , it's not possible ..."

You look up back, and start watching Erin. She's nervous, hyperventilating, about to vomit from the looks of things. Looking guilty.

Against your better judgement, you shout, "ERIN! It was you! It was you, you did this!"

Thirty heads turn toward her. Erin's eyes go wide as saucers, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

In the back of the crowd, a girl steps foward. She asks "Erin, did you...hurt..."

Erin shakes her head violently, stepping back. "No, I didn't mean for this."

A boy from the crowd takes another step towards her. "Then what did you mean to do?"

She looks back and forth rapidly, trying to find a sympathetic face. She backs into the wall and drops down to her knees. "I-I didn't do anything."

You push ahead, crowding the girl, towering over her. "Then what was that chanting about, Erin? I've seen you cast them before."

She stares up at you, silently pleading.