Sloan rolled her eyes at Aelotte. "No, I'll remember that." She took another mouthful of tuna and peered over a bit, glaring at Ericka as she walked over to Zexel's table. "Stupid mutt." Clearly this bird didn't know what she was talking about, because the bad idea, was messing with a Witch. If those two kept it up, they might find themselves choking on their tongues next, or maybe death by poison. The possibilities were endless, it would take some time, some plotting, but Sloan could make it happen if she wanted. For now, she just wanted to enjoy her breakfast.

"Try not to look so anxious, they're not going to do anything and if they do, we can take them." Sloan smirked, her claws extending again as she spoke. "Easy." 

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A guard wearing a black witch's hat stepped in front of Clare, "Back to breakfast inmate. You know the rules." She said, taking the shifter by the shoulders and turning her back toward the cafeteria entrance. They couldn't risk people leaving for breakfast and plotting. They had to be on guard at all times, and the inmates were after all, prisoners. Breakfast time was not a time to roam the castle. It was mandatory.