Ophelia and Orlando
Ophelia had done the best she could to heal the emotional pain of the students, but she wasn't very skilled since she was so young. Orlando had refused to leave Dem's side, and was trying his hardest to heal her pain as well. Ophelia went down to see her brother. She greeted him with a hug when they both suddenly put their hands over their ears. That noise! It was horrible. Nobody else seemed to hear it though. Their eyes widened as they looked at each other.
"What that what I think it was, Pheelie?"
"If you think it's a Banshee then I'm inclined to agree." Only animals and beings with supernatural senses could hear a Banshee's cry. Banshees are malevolent spirits that search for a soul in pain, and feel on a person's wounded spirit by screaming until all their blood vessels rupture and they die. They ran to find Nyx.
"Nyx!" Ophelia cried. "Do you hear it?"
Nyx
Nyx rubbed at her ears fretfully, wincing. "Yes. I can't make her leave. I've already tried. There's too much pain for her to want to go. It's like a banquet."
Orlando
"Nyx, what should we do? WE can't let her feed on the souls of the students!" Orlando said, upset. He knew that the love of his life was one of the souls in pain.
Nyx
"I don't know. I was never good at Irish spirits," Nyx snapped. "I don't know how to make her leave, I'm about to collapse as it is, and I still have more healing to do on the students who were kidnapped. If I could do something, don't you think I would be doing that?"