Today's court meeting was one that had happened many times over the years, and Neuvillette made no attempt to disguise his annoyance because of it.

He stared down at you from where he sat, cold, steely eyes sizing you up as they had so many times before. Was it so hard for you not to cause trouble, to keep your hands clean for at least a week? Apparently not, considering you'd only just been let off on a warning two days ago. He sighed, shoulders squared -he could feel a headache forming.