Chapter 5
Minerva took stock of the situation. The formally cornered, scarred, and shoeless waifs spread out, glaring heavily at them. She noticed that even in their loose triangle shape, Harry and the bald boy was at the back, covered by their friends like meat shields. Harry's hand was extended, controlling the knives beside him. "Drop your wands,"
Raven watched in interest as the sticks clattered to the floor. "Silver?" he asked a half-question, eyebrows raised. "Go ahead,"
Waving his hand, he stuck 49 of his knives in the wall then cloaked the other one and let it fall near his feet to use later if necessary. Chalk raised an eyebrow, but dropped his ruler anyways, and Flare pouted before pocketing the wood and putting his lighter on the ground. "Alright then. You have 30 seconds to decide to talk before I let our pyromaniac loose with his lighter,"