Aaaaaand there it was, the shit hitting the fan. The outright arguing was bad enough, but when Daniel grabbed Ivan, Oswald was there literally instantly. Daniel didn't hit the kid, thankfully, but that was enough. Pointing at Gren, he started speaking. "Alright, everybody. My good friend here tried to get you to calm your tits before everything went to hell, but clearly we're close to the point of no return. It's over. You wanna fight, you do it later. Or should I remind you [i]morons[/i] that my team leader has a tank parked at the back of this room, and that I'm carrying enough Dust to level half this building?" 

Lowering his hand, which he had pointed at [i]Unsubtle[/i], Oswald exhaled, releasing his pent-up tension. "Professor, I missed the last few comments you made about Dust. It wouldn't do well for me to [b]forget anything important about Dust.[/b]" Smiling as he said the last phrase, Oswald looked between all of the offending parties, hoping the professor would intervene and stop any further arguments. One thing was certain, and that was that Beacon was interesting.