Damien Krey, head of the grey dorm, looked at the student in front of him. What a peculiar threat. "Any unauthorized combat is forbidden at this school. Though, if you want to behead someone, try the Archmage, Dean Varrfel, as he is the one who decides who goes where." His grey cloak blew in the wind, which was not too heavy, as he looked, un-phased, at Emily. It was as if he was a brick wall, standing against a bear. Correction, a crazy bear.