Theo: enters. And looks at the gunk left over.

Ew.

Eva looks at the blade, decides to not put it back into her bag just yet, and says, "Could someone look after the gym teacher?"

"As soon as—"

"I'm okay, let's just do it."

So they get more herbs and stuff it into the gym teacher's mouth and make a circle of his blood around him.

Eugh.

They set up their spell and start chanting to call on Serket and Sekhmet and Isis and Ta-Bitjet (because calling on gods from different pantheons is liable to blow up on their faces).

Norma surveys the scene. "Well, all in all, everything seems to have worked out alright."

"Hopefully."

There's eldritch wind and light, and the gym teacher slumps over.

"Okay, he won't die immediately but we should probably get him to a hospital or something."

"I'll take care of that. You should get back to the cafeteria to enjoy what's left of lunch. After class, I believe you and I should start working on a training schedule," she adds that last bit to Eva.

She nods. "I think so too."

...well, back to the cafeteria, then, he supposes. He pokes the red skin on his face and winces a bit.

And he kinda wants to hold Theo's hand. So he'll do that.

That he will.

Theo winces a bit in sympathy when Sadde pokes at his face.

"What about this thing?" asks Eva, holding up the iron blade.

"I'll take care of it as well," says Norma, taking it.

Nod. "I will see you after class, then."

And off she goes too.

And that afternoon, Norma's waiting for her in the library.

"Hi!" says Eva, coming in.

"Hello, dearie."

Sadde pokes his head (face still red) inside. "Oh, good, you're here," he says, and walks in.

With at least one friend!

Theo is also here!

"Uh, hey."

"Not to be too blunt, but why are you three here?"