"No," Aktamun said, sitting down on the mattress, which was on a bed, "I've heard about this. It's a... like, sort of a temporary lock-up for the students that have gone too far. Vampires that have bitten someone, werewolves that have lost it. It's the Academy's way of controlling the chaos they invite into their doors."
He looked around the cell. It was sparsely furnished - a bed, a desk, a bookcase with some books and writing materials, a sink - but if it had not been for the toilet in the corner, it could almost have been a dorm room before an actual student moved in.
There was even light. Aktamun flicked it on, dismissing his wayward flame, before coming to inspect the door. "If they detain witches here too, there's a good chance that this is iron. What were you trying to do, anyway?"