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Trad Oak - Ozpin's office

Trad sat at the entrance to Ozpins office. He did his best to breath, he had absolutely screwed the pooch for his team AGAIN! There had been some issues back home just before the mission and without thinking Trad abandoned his team to take care of things. Now that everything was handled it was time to face the consequences of his actions. He was already on thin ice after failing the entry exam, now he had left his team before their first mission. Was he the worst teammate or what?

He didn’t want to come back. He knew there was nothing he could do to fix this. But his father wouldn’t hear it. With how much Trad had worked to get into Beacon his father was not about to let him give up when there was still a sliver of hope. So he was here. Waiting to beg for Ozpin to let him back once more. He was just praying Ms. Goodwitch wouldn’t be there, if she had a say Trad would be out on the street without a word.

Taking in one last deep breath he knock on the office door. “Come in.” the head master said sitting behind his desk. Trad opened the door and made eye contact with Ozpin and dark glare of Ms. Goodwitch. Ozpin motioned for Trad to shut the door behind him. He walked to the center of the room before Ozpin held out his hand stopping Trad in the center of the room. Ozpin stood up and began pacing in front of Trad. 

“Mr. Oak. I have been more than fair with you. I allowed you to join Beacon after failing the entrance exam, something that has never been done before in the history of this school, you’ve done something seemingly foolhardy.” Ozpin kept his cool gaze straight at Trad. “You abandoned your team just before your first mission. Now here you have returned asking me to let you back in.” Ozpin stopped pacing and leaned against his desk. “Please tell me why.”

Trad looked straight into the headmaster's eyes, “My family was in danger.” 

Ozpin raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”

Trad began his story, “A few days ago I received a message from my mother. A local group of thugs began harassing my parents at their wood shop, saying they needed to pay protection money or else. They tried to contact the police, but there was nothing they could do until the group acted on the threats. I told them to not worry, those hoodlums had always been more bark than bite.” Trad's gaze lowered briefly as he said the last part, clearly showing a bit a guilt but brought it back up and continued.

“Right before the mission, I received another message from them. The shop had caught fire. Luckily a fire crew had been close by to deal with it so no real damage was done. But after they investigated they ruled it as an accident.” 

Ozpin rested his chin on his fist in contemplation, “I take it you didn’t?”

Trad shook his head, “Who brings a vial of fire dust into a wood shop that ‘happens’ to burst near the more expensive pieces? No, those thugs were trying to make an example of my parents, and since the fire had failed, they were mostly likely going to take a more direct approach. I wasn’t about to let them hurt my parents, so I took the first shuttle home and waited for them to make their move.”

“I assume they will no longer be bothering your family?” Ozpin asked even though he already could guess the answer. 

A smirk appeared on Trad’s face, “I’ll let you know when they get out of the hospital. If they can still walk that is.”

There was an unsettling long pause as Ozpin thought about Trad’s story.  Finally, the headmaster interlaced his fingers and began to speak.  “I do enjoy a good story, particularly one with a happy ending.  If you had filled out proper procedure, you might have achieved an excusable absence.  Unfortunately, you will have to be penalized.  I am sorry.  Lucky for you, a faux pas in the interschool records system has left a vacancy that needs to be filled.  A certain Vixi Viridian somehow snuck her way into the wrong lists, and is in truth even less qualified to be a part of Robert’s team than you are.  As much as your tale would imply otherwise, I get the impression that you’re a dependable young man, Mr. Oak.  Robert’s been through some major shifts in comradeship recently; perhaps you can bring both competence and stability to his team.”

He made a dismissive gesture, signalling that he and Goodwitch were to speak in private.  “Go ahead and find your teammates.  Make sure that you do not vanish again--I’m afraid my goodwill is not infinite.”

“I understand… Thank you Headmaster.” Trad gave a short bow of his head and promptly exited the office.

He was no longer a member of BAST? It was a little disheartening, but he knew it was his own fault. At least his new team would have one familiar face. Robert had been in a few of his classes, though he never actually spoke to him. In fact he wasn't sure how to find him or his team members. He figured his best bet was to head to the dorms and hope they were there, or at least would be returning soon.

Dorms

As he passed by the other rooms he glanced at his old one, that now said… BASL? What did they just take the top of the T and move it down? He gave a short chuckle and continues to his new room. RVGD, they'd probably be fixing that later. Trad knocked on the door and opened it slowly, “Hello? Anyone in here?” He asked into the darkness. “Looks like nobody's home.” Trad shut the door behind him and laid down on a random bed, wondering what he was going to do for now.
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