WHO: Ashton Hartley and Ms. Menides
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WHERE: The Headmistress' office
Ms. Menides looked older. She was tired. It had been a rough night. Getting hauled out of her office by a roaring dragon, who, once again, became the bearer of bad news. This time, it hadn't been the death or a teacher or the attack of a Wendigo and his cronies, but a badly battered student, unconscious and bleeding heavily.
Mr. Kane would not die. He would recuperate, though it might take some time. For that, Ms. Menides was glad. If Ashton had killed a student, she would, at the very least, have to expel him. If not anything worse. Now, at least, she had options.
She sat behind her desk, eyeing a fragile-looking Mr. Hartley. She took a deep breath, steepled her fingers together and said: "Tell me, in your own words, what happened. Just once more."