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Detention - 10/4 - Saturday morning

On the door, then names were written.

Amber Atkins
Myn Donos
Claire Fisher
Peyton Sawyer
John Sheppard
Cal Stephanides
Eric van der Woodsen

Abby Irene had been working most of the evening in the Danger Shop and so her hair was a little bit out of sorts as the students walked in. Smiling, she straightened it with her hand before looking over the assembled.

"It seems that you young ladies and gentleman have proven to be unable to conduct yourselves properly in an academic setting. Thankfully, we are not living in my day and age and have been provided this lovely educational tool with which to perhaps correct as opposed to simply punishing such behavior."

"You will be attending a small party from my own world and it will be your duty to act as fits the circumstances."

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Ceceilia nodded almost too fast, pointing to the wine.

"She was just drinking! She was drinking and we'd shared the glass. But now--"

And she started weeping again.

"You shared a glass of wine with her and you...oh, please don't cry," she said, reaching to try and pat her gently on the shoulder. The wine, it couldn't have been poisoned if Ceceilia was alright. Right?

Others came then, Peter Elliot first among them, with Simon LeMarque behind him. Last to come to the room was Duke Richard, who gave a great shuddering gasp as he saw his wife on the ground.

He went to her even as Elliot sent LeMarque towards her and the Duke nearly struck the young man.

"Keep away from her, you--"

"He's a sorcerer, Richard," Elliot reminded the bereaved duke, "wouldn't you rather find out who might have done this, or what might have done her in?"

"As if I'd trust your trained dog!" Richard snapped back, but something in Elliot's face made him step back and let the sorcerer approach. The young man picked up the glass of wine and swished the remaining liquid around in the glass before pulling out a wand and pressing the whitened tip into the liquid.

It remained white.

"No poison," he said to all of them and Ceceilia sobbed in relief.

Amber sort of stood off a bit, jaw clenched as she watched all of this. Something was going on here, something called murder. Yes, so it felt a little movie-esque, and maybe she was a little excited to be in the middle of it all.

Still, she had no idea what she could possibly offer... unless - "Someone needs to check her body for the cause of death." State simply and somewhat d'uhishly.

Simon turned to look at her, as if just realizing she was there before he nodded.

He put his wand to the woman's body...

And the point turned dark and black.

"Poison."

At which point, the room went wild.

Ho-boy. Amber raised her brows and amid the chaos, worked her way over towards the dead woman. Crouching, she frowned, finding nothing too odd about... "Hey, wait a minute," she said, more or less to herself as she pointed at the medallion. "This medallion looks funny..."

Simon looked to her, something lighting in his eyes as he followed her eyes.

"Oh that? It's well known.

"A charm against enchantment, made to nullify any magic which might be used against her. It was a gift from her husband some years ago and it's worked to save her more than once in that time.

"The range is rather short, an inch or so, but it protects her from any charms or hexes meant to target her heart."

"It's rather dull," she said plainly. "And obviously it doesn't work against poison, which is a shame," she added the last rather quietly. "Why does she, or rather did she, need protection?"

He raised an eyebrow to Amber.

"She's the Duchess of New Amsterdam. The trouble of her death will weaken the Duke considerably."

He breathed out.

"It's dull because she is, er, deceased."

"That woman..." she indicated the one who had been weeping when Amber came upon her, "...was she close to the Duchess?"

He snorted, and despite being the mayor's man, had little regard for his wife.

"She's the wife of the Mayor of New Amsterdam. Politically, they're diametrically opposed, but they did spend enough time together, considering."

"Hm," she mused. "And the wine; odd that two women would share the same glass..." Amber was most likely fishing in a creek with no fish but she honestly had no idea.

"Not so odd," he said with a shrug.

"Perhaps they simply put the glasses down, picked up the wrong one, and there was a slip."

Amber stared hard at him for a moment. "I think you should recheck that glass."

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He shrugged but stuck his wand in, back side first.

The tip turned red. And he blinked.

"How queer."

"Why? What does that mean?"

"Transformation magic," he said. "Hence the red."

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