Ozpin sits at his desk that resides within his office, sipping on his hot cocoa as he taps his idex finger on his desk. He sets his mug down on the desk, glancing at the clock on his wall with a hum of acknowledgement.

"They should be here soon."

He mumbles to himself, setting his hands down on his desk and clasping them together as he awaits the arrival of the his expected guest(s).