Ezmerelda's Weakness

Charlie jumped up from his chair... "What what happened? Is she going to be alright?"

"She's stable now, but it looks like it may be a while before she regains consciousness."
The doctor looked down.
"Her symptoms are particularly abstract. I'm assuming this is the work of another student?"

"Well it was another student's fault that it happened... Will she be alright?"

"Yes, her condition is stable. She was lucky to have survived, but she'll be fine in a few days."
Chris overheard the news.
"Charlie! She's okay!"

He was so relieved... He hugged the nurse... "Thank you!"

"But I think you should see Headmistress Moor about this. You did say it was another student, didn't you?"

"Well it was kinda his fault and kinda an accident."

A chuckle, and a smooth voice.
"No need, no need. It was a fight initiated by the victim herself. Though I did defeat her severely, it was technically self-defense."
Judas Anderson winked, a bundle of roses in one hand, a cane in the other.
"Besides, the Anderson estate can buy out anyone I want."
He tossed the roses to Charlie, laughing.
"Do give her my condolences Charles."

Chris turned.
"You," he said, pointing to Judas. "I should have killed you when I had the chance."

Judas burst into laughter.
"You never had the chance, little boy. You couldn't defeat me, be I half-dead or full of power."
He winked.
"Come, see, if your bark is as hard as your bite, little pup. Have you grown any? Or is your tongue just longer?"