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Everybody stared at me. Even Christian started with contempt.
Glynda was especially enraged. "How dare you bring one of those vile creatures onto the grounds of this school!" she exclaimed in anger.
"You do realize that Professor Port brings those 'vile creatures' onto the grounds of this school each day, right?"
"You have no room to talk in this situation!" she continued. "You have violated the promises you have made by bringing a Grimm onto this school! And a Beowolf none the less! Those are among the most vile and savage of all the-"
"If you want to hear my side of the story," I interrupted, "then you might want to kick Christian out for a moment."
"How dare you interrupt-" Glynda started, but Ozpin cut her off.
"It's fine, Glynda," he reassured. "Christian, would you please step outside for a moment?"
Christian (who I'm sure was enjoying every moment of this) went from a look of pure enjoyment to a look of shock in about two seconds. He stood stammering for a moment, then hung his head and stepped outside glumly. I was like ninety-percent sure that he had his ear on the door for the rest of the conversation, though.
As soon as the door shut, I took off my bandana, revealing my night-black Beowolf ears.
"Those creatures that you call 'vile and savage' are a part of my heritage, you know," I said finally.
Glynda stood staring for a moment, then became even more enraged.
"Do you expect me to believe a lie like that?!" she practically yelled. "That is the worst lie I have ever heard in my-"
"Glynda," Ozpin interrupted. "He's telling the truth."
This woman could not get through an entire sentence without being interrupted, I thought.
She stood dumbfounded for a moment, then opened her mouth (probably to say something like He's fooled you, too?), then turned around and stormed out.
All was silent for a moment, then an annoying voice came from the other side of the door.
"Can I come back in now?" Christian called.
"No," Ozpin replied, and I chuckled a little.
The headmaster turned back to me. "You do know that you still cannot keep your pet, right?"
"I'm sorry professor," I replied. "I can't give him up."
"And why is that?" he asked.
"I made a promise."
"Too…?"
I hesitated for a second. "His mother."
"What was the promise?"
"That I would protect him. His mother was killed by a pack of Razor Raptors." After that sentence, I immediately thought of Dexter's pack.
"So you took it upon yourself to raise the Beowolf."
"Kind of, ya."
Ozpin sat back in his chair, thoughtful.
"So, can I keep him?" I asked hopefully.
"Sadly, you can't," Ozpin answered after a moment. "If it was a normal dog, or even a regular wolf, I might have been able to let you keep it, but I cannot allow you to keep a Grimm. There are rules against this."
"You're the headmaster!" I tried. "Can't you let this one slide?"
"The rules are not mine. My hands are tied."
My heart sunk. I had to break my promise. There was no denying it.
"However, we can allow you to find a Beowolf pack for your little pet."
I felt a little better, but I still wasn't happy.