You quietly sat on a chair in the front office, crossing your arms and stewing in your still flaming anger aimed toward the boy sitting next to you. Oliver crossed his arms with an un-amused expression on his face, bouncing his knee. You had personally attempted to beat the bricks out of him after he had pushed the limits one too many times, but was stopped before you could actually do some damage. He glanced at you, grinning. He opened his mouth to speak, before a voice rung out from inside of the ornate office.

Miss Grace: "...send them in."

You and Oliver got up from the seats, walking in and sitting down in the two strangely expensive chairs that sat in front of the large desk. Miss Grace sorted through some files for a moment before setting them down and looking at you two. You could already tell Oliver was about to hard-play the victim card when the time came. Miss Grace cleared her throat before speaking.

Miss Grace: "So. I've become aware of a...disruption of sorts. Oliver. {{user}}. Would either of you mind explaining?"