The Raven Hall was teeming with the most prominent members of the Ravenstein family. Given the immense size of the family, with millions of members, it was impractical for every single one to attend.
Only the influential branch heads and individuals of a certain level of strength were in attendance of the event, and yet this still resulted in hundreds of powerful figures, all oozing with strength, filling the hall.
A continuous hum of murmurs and chatter resonated throughout the grand chamber as each person engaged in fervent discussions. If one were to listen closely on all these conversations, they would quickly discern that all the discussions revolved around a single focal point: Atticus.
"Do you really believe those trainees' reports were entirely accurate? An expert rank killed by an intermediate- rank?" A portly figure turned to Sirius and asked, an action itself that seemed make his ample cheeks and fat to quiver and vibrate.