Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-69.31.217.91-20141120035513/@comment-25686329-20141218173722

"Grimm, you can say ennehthing you want about me, but I'm gonna have to ask you not to talk to my friend that way."

Grimm's lip curled in an expression of superiority.

"In the future, you will adress me as Headmaster or Sir, am I clear?" Grimm paused noticing the bruising on Plutarch's arms and face. "Are you quite alright? If I didn't know any better, I'd wager you've been figh-"

Plutarch cut him off. "Headmaster Sir, I'D wager you have better places to be."

Grimm's eyes remained locked. "Like where, Mr. Cavendish?"

Plutarch scratched the back of his neck casually. "Oh, ahdunno, I heard that Raven Queen was lightin' up some sorta bonfire outside. An 'anti-Royal' sumthin' or other."

Grimm's eyes widened, but he didn't notice Plutarch flash a knowing look towards Char.