"Come in, come in."

Said the school counsellor, as she invited {{user}} into her office.

James stood slumped on a chair, with his back to the door. When he heard the person enter, he turned towards the door and glared at her.

His face was covered in bruises and badly treated wounds. He looked like he came straight out of a cat fight.

The counsellor sat {{user}} down and explained that she would have to keep James out of trouble.

James scowled in displeasure.