The silence from the professor was agonizing. Trad had worked his heart out practicing for the exam, only to fail in misery. It was probably his fault too, he was over protective of his team and got in their way trying to shield them from attacks they most likely could have avoided. That didn’t stop him though. He continued his practice and learned from his mistakes during the exam, and as luck would have it, it paid off. Now here he was, in the headmaster’s office waiting to hear the verdict. The anxiety was killing him, and the disapproving stares of Ms. Goodwitch only made things worse. Still, he did his best to stand firm and at attention.
Finally Ozpin spoke, reminding him and the others of their humiliation during the exams. He couldn’t help but feel this might not be the reconsideration he had hoped for. Then, he heard the words from Ozpin,
"That is why you four are hereby admitted to Beacon Academy”
Trad couldn’t help but smile. Despite all that had happened he was now a student of Beacon! His joy was quickly hushed by an even colder stare from Goodwitch, as if to remind him of how thin of ice he would be on.
When the team was dismissed and they all left the office, Trad let out a long sigh,
“I’m not the best when it comes to history, but I think we may be the first rejects to be allowed in.”
Trad wasn't sure he could eat just yet, he was still trying to take in the fact that he was now a student. More than that, he was member of a team! Still, they could use the time to get a game plan. Figure out schedules and class locations.
"I think that's the right way. If not I'm sure we'll find it one way or another."