[when viktor glances over it is pretty immediately obvious something is wrong, that chill for some reason shook pal more than it did viktor. his grip tightens as if he's the one steadying pal now, lips in a grim line.

not exactly the time to dig into if he's okay, not when everywhere singed moves rattles and the steady sound of chalk hitting the board keeps filling the air.

he glances over to catch what she's writing and- ah. he can guess now, what is happening. what she's doing. it has him pulling pal a touch closer before he tries to push it all out of his mind, pal with camilla's eyes staring at him, haunted by her tragedy. rationality was their best bet.]

I need- [a beaker comes flying at them, viktor turning in time for it to merely hit his shoulder rather than pal's head. he grimaces and continues.] Time. That is what I need. There may be some rituals we can try but I need to look at my notes, I was trying to find any information when Chizuru was-

[this time the entire shelf of books nearby flies at them, singed merely watching with what pal might recognize as that quiet satisfaction.]