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A face cold and rigid as ice regarded Grane while he spoke of what had transpired.  Ozpin's expression obscured any emotions he might be feeling in regard to the news.  Did Beacon's headmaster feel anger, sorrow, or shame?  What did denial of the most essential act of empathy say about his character?  He listened with mask of utmost seriousness etched into his features.  It did not falter when Grane began his critique of RGTS's leader, his pent-up mournful frustration eking through his own attempts at suppression.  Only when Grane pointed out the stranger did Ozpin move, and he analyzed Sand in an instant with his emerald eyes.  She introduced herself properly, citing her scheduled transfer to Beacon the next week, and the headmaster gave a slow nod in recognition and acknowledgment.  After that, he glanced over his shoulder at Ferris, an unfamiliar individual standing a bit too close to a scene that was none of his business.

Air streamed into Ozpin's lungs as he took a deep breath, ready to speak, only for Trad to pipe up and offer his two cents as well.  The headmaster's eyes narrowed as the young man corrected a few of the details of the report delivered by Grane.  Conflicting accounts would have to be settled speedily and critically—sorting out what was truth and what was bias, based on nature or on the unstable dynamic of a radically-shifted team, would be necessary before any major decision was made.  

When the new report was finished, Ozpin's time came to rethink his reply, and after a moment of silent consideration he clasped his hands behind his back to speak.  “I am very troubled that this travesty has come to pass.  It is an occurrence that will tarnish the image of Beacon and its people for generations, and far worse, it has cost us a precious life that can never be replaced.  I shall work on a report to the government of Vale immediately regarding the area to which your team was dispatched; any place that harbors enough Grimm to force three hunters-in-training to abandon a fallen teammate is worthy of serious consideration.  Based on your shared testimony, I will suspend Mr. Fallson's position as team leader, with a possibility of expulsion from the school.  However, in the coming days I will also meet with each of you in order to determine exactly what happened and the scope of every person's responsibility.  And, as well, to determine who might succeed Mr. Fallson as elader.  In the mean time, please recuperate.”

Next, he faced Sand, addressing her specifically.  “My sincerest apologies that such a terrible thing should cloud your arrival to Beacon, which should have been an occasion for great joy.  My staff will get you enrolled forthwith.  At this moment, it seems prudent to have you remain with this team, with which you are proved to have at least some compatibility.  If you have any objections to this, let us know.”

With that, he span about to fix his gaze on Ferris.  “May I assist you, Mr. Solidor?”