Charim walked through the cold halls, having long forgone her strict suit in favor of her witches garb. It had been... a very long time since she'd heard from Reaver. She'd know if he'd been killed, but for now... Nothing. She walked through the halls of the University she now ran alone. Some time ago, she'd sent out that anyone who opposed the DWMA, or who just generally was involved in chaos, should gather under the banner of the University, to form a collaborative effort against the DWMA. Now she waited, teaching what students still remained, and wandering the halls.