off to the principal's office

ZARIAH I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation Zariah was in her office, completing the necessary paperwork to accompany the course that had been completed. She had already sent the Ursur to the palace butcher to be processed and packaged for delivery to the three students. What she didn't expect was Weaver to show up so soon. "Come in." she called, hearing the knock on the door, assuming it to be a palace assistant. Seeing her student there instead had her arching a brow. Silently she gestured to the chair across from her desk, waiting for her to either take a seat or continue to stand. "Why don't you say exactly what it is you would have liked to say to me earlier." she said, opening the floor for Weaver to air her grievances.