Rowe shuddered, the image making him feel nauseous. He was called inside finally, all students being told to gather. He didn't look behind him as he walked back into the academy building. He walked dejectedly, trying to keep his movements from being too awkward or twitchy. But the more he thought about it the more he seemed to be unable to keep his hands still or his expression blank. God dammit, he thought, finally stepping in the doorway. People were crowded around, instantly making Rowe tense up. He told himself to calm down, they weren't paying attention to him. Something worse had happened, and that was more important. They wouldn't be dealing with him till the murderer was caught.
“McDermott!" Hale yelled from across the room, causing Rowe's head to snap up. Well, so much for catching the murderer first. To his surprise, he yelled at Pell as well, who still had blood on her face. Rowe looked at her out of the corner of his eye, feeling a small pang of guilt about what happened. But it immediately was replaced by dread as Hale told them they would be meeting with the Council.
Hale turned to him, grabbing him by the shoulders. “You do know that you sent a personal invitation to Legba by letting your rage get the better of you, don’t you? You are almost exclusively responsible for a seal being broken, not to mention the jeopardized safety of your classmates. And if that wasn't bad enough, you let your emotions incapacitate and gravely wound Pell," Hale said, expression grim. Rowe ground his teeth, staring right back at Hale. Something about what Hale said made Rowe's nervousness disappear, replaced with something he couldn't quite place.
"Don't touch me," Rowe bit out, jerking away from Hale. Surprisingly, his blind rage didn't flare up at all. All there was was a cold bitterness as he watched Hale turn his attentions toward Pell. The momentary break from Hale's gaze let Rowe look around the room, noticing that the whole coven was watching the display. Somehow, that fact seemed a whole lot less important than it had a few minutes ago, when he was panicking about going inside.
"...Tonight." Rowe slowly looked back over at Pell and Hale, vaguely noting that Hale just confirmed that he would have to speak to the council. Rowe found himself rolling his eyes.
"If you think I can tell you anything about why Madison died, you're crazy. Pell's the one who saw Legba," he paused, eyes darting between Hale and the other coven members. He felt angry, but it was different from the uncontrollable rage he'd been feeling the rest of the night. This anger was cold and rational, and while it didn't activate his powers, in many ways he was more dangerous this way. He had different thoughts flashing through his head of what he wanted to scream at Hale about the Council, and how the whole thing was stupid, but instead he just let out a breath and went to dig in his pocket. "Fine, Hale," he said, pulling out a candy, "Let's talk to the Council." He popped the candy in his mouth, letting his usual passive expression return as he stuck his hands in his pockets.