"Mr. and Mrs. Forger? I'd like you to come with me, please."
Twilight turned around from chatting up one of the other families to see a lanky woman in a floral dress looking at them. This was Anya's group leader from earlier, Professor Spindler. What did she want with them? And why did she have to drag them away from the reception to tell them?
"I'm sorry to say that your daughter is in a bit of trouble," Professor Spindler said, walking them down an empty hallway. "There are mitigating circumstances, since she was only defending one of the other students, but Eden takes a hard stance against students involved in violence of any kind."
"Anya got in a fight?" Twilight said incredulously. Well, acting in defense of another student did sound like Anya. Or more accurately, like something Anya would think she was doing.
"Not exactly. That's another reason we're probably going to go light on her punishment," Spindler said. "Eyewitness reports are that she grabbed another student, Mr. Damian Desmond."
"Grabbed him?" Nightfall said from beside him. The faintest, borderline undetectable edge of nervousness crept into her voice.
"Yes. Grabbed him, twisted his arm behind his back, and, apparently, yelled that his father didn't love him."
Twilight felt most of his body go numb. Ever so slowly, he turned his head back to look at Nightfall. Part of working with somebody over a long term was that you learned to read thoughts from even a completely blank face. Right now, for instance, Nightfall was agreeing that it would be best if the Earth's core simply opened up and swallowed them right now.