The tentacles immediately disappear, and Syresh falls five feet to the floor, landing with a loud thud. "Uuuugh... Idiot! Next time, wait for the cancellation spell before turning it loose on your teacher!" She groans, flipping Phorsaal the finger.
The siblings look at each other.
"He was a rotten piece of shit, and I'm glad someone killed him." Ilaria growls. "He tied up my brother and I at the foot of his bed, and then let everyone in to fuck our butts. Fifty per fuck. And then, he bought potions to fix our minds, just so he could break them again."