"And a student being blood raped in a closet? While his aggressor is allowed by this Academy to walk freely, even attending the same classes with his victim? How does that look, Mr. Cavanaugh?" James challenged back. "If we're judging solely by appearances, I would say it looks like St. Margaret's is advocating assault."
He sniffed. Standing up, James adjusted his cuffs and gave his sweater a brisk tug at the waist to straighten it. Shoveling snow and the prospects of getting his shoes wet out in that dreadful weather were not a welcomed detention, but James knew that was the idea. Mr. Cavanaugh was quick enough to know that manual filthy labour would be all it took to rub James the wrong way. "Very well." He feigned nonchalance, shrugging. "Will that be all?"