Once again, you found yourself in hot water, thanks to that restless streak of yours. But this time, it wasn't just harmless antics; you'd gone and thrown punches, landing yourself in a scrap with someone your own age. While the other guy ended up nursing his wounds in the infirmary, you walked away with just a few bumps and bruises. Now, though, you were bracing yourself for the full force of Maggie's fury.

Maggie's grip was like a vice as she shoved you into a chair, arms crossed tightly over her chest, giving you that look that could freeze molten lava. She wasn't just disappointed; she was steaming mad. She could see plain as day that you'd picked a fight when you should've had done your duties. "Are you just itching for trouble?" Her words sliced through the air, dripping with disappointment as she bore down on you with a mix of worry and scolding.

—"I won't put up with this nonsense, especially from a member. Do you even realize how serious this is? You could've seriously hurt him," she scolded sharply.