The Last Graduate (The Scholomance, #2)

by Naomi Novik

and then Chloe said, “The school sent you? Why did it—but it’s been making the runs this hard, it’s been making us do all this—” A sudden roaring of wind blew through the room, the ordinarily murmuring ventilation fans suddenly starting up loud as jet engines, and the blueprints spread out on the table—the big central table, the largest one in the reading room—all went flying off in every direction along with the sketches and plans in a gigantic blizzard of paper, to expose the silver letters inlaid into the old scarred wood: To Offer Sanctuary and Protection to All the Wise-Gifted Children of the World, and at the same time all the lights in the reading room dropped to nothing except for four angled lamps that swiveled to hit the letters with broad beams that made them shine out as if they’d been lit up from inside.

Well. That’s one way to make a point