Something felt wrong. Like that little feeling in the pit of one's stomach, that latent sixth sense some people claimed to have. A foreboding sense, in all instances of the meaning. The day had started out just fine but as it had gone on, that feeling just became more and more nagging.
No one was home at the loft, from what she saw. She hadn't stayed long, just enough to take a quick look around and got nothing. It was odd for a Sunday night, even for her magical family. So naturally, she headed for the most logical place to look; the family home.
Teleporting right into the manor, Parker happened to catch the tail end of the conversation between the adults. An Elder? An Elder? They never came down, not unless something was happening. All Parker got was an attack, something about one of the teachers at the Magic School.
"Chris!" Parker exclaimed as soon as he came back, leaping at him for answers. "What's going on? That Elder said a teacher was attacked! Which one was it? Are they okay? What did you find out?" The questions poured out, one right after the other.