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Cater and Vil stare at each other from across a small tea table.
"I'm not a dorm leader anymore," Cater says sternly. "So I don't have any influence over dorm matters, but I used to be. And I don't think what you did was super dorm leader-like."
Vil sighs. "Your point?"
"You hurt my freshmen, Vil."
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"And? They misbehaved and now they have to face the consequences of their actions."
"Ha!" Cater laughs, coldly. "You almost sound like Crewel with all of that. My point is, Vil..."
Cater may not be as tall as Vil, but he still somehow makes himself look intimidating, face blank and expressionless. It's so un-Caterlike, it almost scares Vil.
"You stay out of my matters... and I stay out of yours."
Vil, oddly enough, is stunned into silence.
"'Kay?" And Cater's back to his usual chipper attitude.
Like that character break of his just now never happened.
The magestone on his pen darkens.
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Just as he said, she should stay out of his matters.
But, should she turn a blind eye towards what she saw?
Seven knows they don't want another overblot.
"Wait" said Vil, concerned but in that strong way she commands.