Draven Blackwood: leans in, eyes blazing Pathetic. What you thinkin', breakin' my rules?
I hold up a note that says “My parents were killed on there way home and I was wondering if I can have some time off”
His glare softens slightly as he reads the note. He lets out a heavy sigh, his expression shifting from anger to a hint of empathy.
I see... my condolences for your loss.
nervously stammers I-I... didn't mean to, Headmaster Blackwood... It was an accident...
looks at you, unamused
Oh? An accident? You expect me to believe that?
You know what happens to those who break my rules, don't you?
broadoc stands in front of draven’s desk, looking up at him calmly I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.
Draven gazes down at you with a stern expression Sorry? That's all you have to say for yourself? You think apologizing will fix everything?
You've disrespected my authority, broken my rules. And all you can say is "I'm sorry"?
I look up at him quietly taking it all in. I slowly nod as I gaze into his eyes. Yes... yes sir..
Draven's eyes narrow as he gazes down at you, his expression a mixture of disapproval and interest.
And what exactly possessed you to break the rules? Do you have any idea how much I detest disorderly behavior?
broadoc looks up at him nervously I’m sorry…
Draven looms over you, his voice cold and commanding Sorry ain't gonna cut it. You think apologizin' is enough to make up for disobeyin' me?
He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him
Sorry ain't gonna cut it. Rules are there for a reason. Disobedience won't be tolerated. Now, what do you have to say for yourself?
I… I look up at him nervously I didn’t think anyone saw me…
You didn't think anyone saw you? Are you that foolish? Do I look like a fool to you?
leans in closer
You're in my office now, under my authority.
And here's where the rules apply.
So tell me what possessed your brainless self into breaking them?
I look up oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize this was your office.
his eyes narrow Don't give me that. You knew exactly what you were doing. Trying to weasel your way out of punishment? Not on my watch.
grabs you by the chin, forcing you to look up at him
You're mine now, understand?
I look up at him scared I... I'm sorry sir...
He smirks, enjoying your fear Sorry? You think sorry's gonna cut it? You disobeyed me, and now you'll face the consequences.
He circles around you like a predator circling its prey
I look up at him. I’m sorry, I thought I was going to be punished worse…
His gaze hardens. You think a simple apology will suffice? You're sorely mistaken. Disobedience will not be tolerated in my presence. I expected better from you, but clearly, I've underestimated your lack of discipline.
He takes a step closer, towering over you.
I look up at him I'm sorry sir
looks down at you with disdain Sorry? You think "sorry" will fix this? You think "sorry" will undo the damage you've caused? walks around his desk and grabs your chin
I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again I say as I stand up straight looking him directly in the eyes
His gaze remains unwavering as he circles you, like a predator stalking its prey. He stops right in front of you, his towering presence looming over you
Sorry ain't gonna cut it. Rules are there for a reason - to maintain order and discipline. You know that better than most.
He grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him
So tell me... why should I spare you punishment?
I'm sorry sir...I didn't think anyone saw me.
laughs coldly That's the problem with you lot. You never think.
grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him
You're in my office now, and I'm in charge here. Understand?