[center][h3]Professor Brovak[/h3][hr]The Cafeteria[hr][@hagroden][@ghastlyInc][@FlitterFaux][hr][/center]

At the sight of a cafeteria scuffle, Brovak averted his eyes from his food and closely watched. He'd been sitting in the Flynenhael quarter of the cafeteria chewing on a piece of extremely tough jerky beneath his mask, deep in 'conversation' (or what would pass for a conversation) with Professor Leere ever since the end of the opening ceremony. [color=7ea7d8]"New students are always so... Energetic."[/color]

One [s]subject [/s]student apparently had said something very, [i]very[/i] offensive, as he was (perfectly justifiably) ripped out of his seat and slapped by another student. Hard. Brovak glanced to Leere and very quietly clapped for the blow. This was how food fights usually started. And gang brawls. And duels of honor. Of course, he would have to step in if it got too b-

[color=7ea7d8][i]Oh.[/i][/color]

A third student had gotten involved while Brovak was fantasizing about the wonders of high energy cafeteria brawls, and this student had done something [i]particularly [/i]against the rules. He had used magic on another student. Brovak sighed, and stood up. [color=7ea7d8]"Pardon me, Zayid. I'll go deal with this,"[/color] he said as he began his slow and leisurely walk towards the brawl on the other side of the room. He wouldn't take hard action unless someone were to risk causing permanent harm to another, but at least this way he could say he did [i]something[/i].