History classroom

Noko nods at the statement, "It would have where I'm from too. Maybe someone did say something from my dorm and I missed it or just chalked it up to rumor." The girl looks around the room to center on Vivian. She had been combative against the cult, had the signs been there all this time in front of her and she just refuse to see them?

"Yes Zaf?" Daphne asked in a stressed tone. "I do not want to ignore Amyarl since she does want to speak."

"I... ehhm... Why?" Zaf asked and after a brief pause she added: "Why weren't we told? I mean..." Zaf said and never finished her train of thought as she had no baseline what to expect, what if this was normal? Her face turned ashen.

Daphne signs slightly, not really having a solid answer to it. She gulps, placing her hands together and decides to go for it, "The staff thought that telling all of you about the attack by an unknown group might spark panic. We concluded that educating you all about Phasla and her cult would be the best way to dispel that panic, but...we were wrong about withholding this from you, I'm sorry."

Zaflore hesitated a little but it seemed to actually calm her. "I guess," she said without much conviction. "At least you don't let rumors flare I guess," she said a little more convinced of everything. Zaf looked at Noko apologetically, knowing her nerves got the better of her there.

The answer didn't exactly make Noko feel 100% better it did lessen some of the fear. Relaxing just a tiny bit, the silver haired girl sits down next to Zaf, "I'm still feeling a bit scared about all this."

Daphne face pales when mention that rumors could have started, "We hadn't thought of that at all. Guess we lucked out that non started." The woman turns to Amaryl, gesturing to her to speak up.

She looked around quickly, "No one else?"

"Phew," she sighed. "Well, anyway, I'd like to ask, once again of course, WHY CAN'T WE JUST TAKE ALL THESE CULT DUDES AND PUT THEM IN A PRISON UNTIL WE FIND THEY'RE NOT INNOCENT! I mean obviously they're messed up and they killed a STUDENT! A STUDENT!!! Who's with me?" Her face burned red, eyes opening with her passion and fury towards this subject.

This time the interruption wasn't from Vivian as it was Zaflore who piped: "Innocent until proven guily!"

"No students were killed Amaryl. Two of the cultists died." Daphne corrects, while getting the feeling her student wasn't listening. "You can not imprison someone for being part of something. The one who survived is in jail, but the rest of them are innocent. What Zaflore has said is right, but next time please raise your had to be called on." With this kind of rhetoric, it was getting very close to full riot. Her wheels turn on if class should be canned.

Many of the younger students murmuring in fear, saw sense in what Amryla was saying. Other students looked rather fearful of even thinking of something like that. The older students begin to look even more frightened, at least two begin to argue over what was the right course of action.

"This has turned into a three ring circus rather fast." Roll utters, pushing himself off the wall to stand fully.

Noko gulps as she gazes upon her fellow students various reaction, "Someones going to get hurt at this rate."

Bloom shifts in her seat to glances at several people in the room, a intense look of worry entering her eyes. She didn't want to admit it, but she was getting a bit of overwhelmed by all this information of the attack and it being kept from everyone. Her eyelids droop slightly, trying to sort all the information that Roxy had given. "Roxy, how bad were the injuries from the students involved in the attack?" She shouldn't have asked, but the need to know was rather great.

"Only three got majorly hurt, but two got poisoned" Roxy replied, "We just had no idea what we got into, that's all."

The new bit of information causes Bloom to open her eyes wide. Her mind reels at this, wondering just how more experienced these cult members were. It casts shade to her of when she and the other members of the Winx (save Aisha) had nearly been killed by the Trix in their first year. "At least you all managed to pull through the ordeal and are in one piece, that's all that matters."

With the news from Roxy, some of the students begin to rabble, demanding to know who had been injured exactly. Others began to yell at those that wanted to know the information, that it wasn't something they should know.

Returning to the class, Lori halts in her tracks at all the noise and looks in confusion to what was happening. She wasn't sure if the girl from Alpha was still with her either.

"Roxy says three got quite hurt and two got poisoned!" she says, not backing down. Sure she felt embarrassed for not listening about the death thing, but she wasn't going to give up now. Not when she still can have the upper hand. Was it pride driving her? Was it disagreement? Who the heck cares. This was not right! "That makes 5 harsh end products of this attack! We need to get these cult guys' religion checked out! I mean look at the name, look at the symbol..." She silently breathes in greatly.

"WHO IS PHASLA!?" she bursts out, sending a shout throughout the classroom. She didn't listen right. She makes sure no one will not hear her.

Tsol backs into her seat with shock. Frick, this is bad, this is bad, what did I start? Did I start this? No, she did. I mean,
no she didn't? Okay, it was... why must there be a reason or fault to this. This is damn crazy! Tears begin to brim in her eyes. She doesn't want this to grow hectic. Not now. Not here. Not with her!

She looks frantically around for a familiar face to draw some sort of comfort from. Her eyes glaze across the class like she was playing an anxious game of Pictureika. Zaflore! She tried to send a look towards her, trying to get her attention with mental hope.

"Amaryl, you aren't listening. This was a rouge group of cult members that made very bad decisions. The rest of them do not act like this. Phasla was thought to be a defender with eight arms, but...." As she was answering, her eyes falls Tsol and her teary eyes. She steps over to the young student, bending down on her knee to look at her, "Tsol, what's the matter?" There wasn't anything else to do, if her students are crying or going to riot, then there wasn't any other option, she had to dismiss class soon.

"What is all of this racket?" a voice boomed over all of the noise. The room went silent as they recognized it was Griselda's, who entered the room to see what was the commotion all about. All you could hear now was Tsol's crying.

"A riot caused by them learning about the cult incident two weeks ago and Amaryl being antagonistic about the subject." Roll dryly answers, moving over to a free chair. "Daphne tried to calm them down, but it didn't work."

Griselda sighed.
"Too close since that incident. Alright. Everyone, the reason why we kept that attack away from you is so we don't have this kind of riot or someone who wants to attack the said cult because of one's motives (she said that while looking at Amaryl). We had contact them and they will make sure that no more incidents will occur. But I'm afraid that this subject has to be put on hold for a while till everyone gets a clear head. However, If I hear anyone of you try and attack that cult for no reason at all, will be disciplined. Do I make myself clear?" Griselda told the classes, hoping to nip it in the bud before it got worse. In truth, no one had tried to contact the cult, but she hoped this ploy would calm the students.

Many of the older students begin to relax, but some would try to argue with Griselda. Many of the younger students didn't calm and just sat there looking scared still, not sure what to believe. The view that did calm, wanted to argue, but thought better against it.

"This is no arguing matter. I can assure you, that you won't be attacked by them here. You are indeed safe, and if they even tried, they won't stand a chance. So it's in your best interests that you go and relax" Griselda told the class, "The Red Fountain Students can stay if they wish."