Carolyn, initially placated by Jacob's apology, felt her eyes narrow upon him once she heard him talk about what had happened 'last night' - his comments seemed to corroborate the wildly fantastical story that Leo had attempted to regale to her. Was she mistaken? Had their group actually been attacked by a group of Wanderers intent on ending their lives? It made no sense to her at all and thus, it was much easier to believe that Jacob was simply in on the joke. She would not risk her reputation in the eyes of the Academy staff by wasting their time with such nonsense.

She raised her eyebrows at the sight of Mabel, surprised that she had made it out of bed. Before she had left her in the Infirmary, Carolyn asked the nurse to only send her to detention if she woke up of her own accord. If she missed the detention, Carolyn had planned on arranging it for another time instead of adding to her punishment. She was aware that this was uncharacteristically kind of her but regardless of all other factors, Mable [i]did[/i] have a spotless record in the Academy. In fact, she had kept such a low profile throughout her time at the Academy that her face was entirely new to Carolyn. 

She disengaged herself from the wall and yawned once more before looking around at them all, barely able to conceal her irritability at having to wake up so early in the morning for a bunch of no-good troublemakers.

"Well, looks like you're all here." she observed, rather platitudinously. "Let's get going then, shall we?"

"You'll have company inside." she informed them, reaching for the door handle. "Some other students star-"

Carolyn yelped in pain and staggered backwards, clutching her nose; the door had swung with such frightful intensity that its collision wit her face had almost certainly broke her nose. Eyes streaming, she glanced up at the figure standing in the doorway.

"Oops." said Ivy sarcastically, ostensibly uninterested in concealing the intended nature of her action.

In a fit of blind rage, Carolyn lunged towards Ivy and grabbed her by the sweater, whirling around and slamming her against the wall with as much force as she could muster. 

"You did that on purpose, you fucking psycho!" growled Carolyn, the taste of her own blood filling her mouth.

"It was an accident." said Ivy robotically, the tiniest shadow of a satisfied smile on her otherwise insouciant mien.

Carolyn gritted her teeth together, feeling enough rage to rip Ivy's head off. Realising that she couldn't attack a student for what they proclaimed to be an accident, she took several deep breaths through her nose to calm her down.

It didn't work.

She flung Ivy across the corridor telekinetically, over the heads of other students, and watched her body smash into the dense, marble wall. Without waiting for her to drop to the floor, Carolyn maintained the telekinetic hold she had on Ivy and threw her upwards against the ceiling and immediately brought her crashing down to the floor, revelling in the catharsis that revenge gave her.

She threw Ivy across the corridor once more, but Ivy was prepared this time. Just before the moment of impact, she coccooned herself in dark magic to absorb the impact of the collision. She tore out of Carolyn's telekinetic hold and planted her feet against the wall, swiftly freezing them in place and giving herself a perfect vantage point. In the blink of an eye, she had formed a massive sphere of dark magic in both hands and launched them straight at Carolyn who just barely managed to somersault out of the way. The result was a smoking crater in the wall where Carolyn's face had been a mere second ago.

Carolyn scowled at Ivy and expected to see this expression mirrored, but what she found was much more disconcerting. Ivy had a delighted grin on her face, a mark of her tenacious pugnacity, that clearly revealed how entertaining she found all of this. Carolyn, on the other hand, found herself more preoccupied with the prospect of losing her prefect badge than Ivy's loathsome truculence.

Ivy flipped off the wall and landed cleanly on her toes, her poise precise as she looked ready to pounce at Carolyn. The two were at an impasse; Carolyn would have to wait for Ivy to strike, or she'd lose her badge, whereas Ivy would have to wait for Carolyn to strike, or she'd be expelled. The two glowered at each other, the tension so thick that it seemed as if the air itself was getting denser. The only sound that punctuated the silence was the dripping of the blood from Carolyn's nose onto the floor. Regardless of the blood and the pain, her eyes were full of fire and wrath.