"It really is just one of those days." The voice of the boy betrayed and then caught rings into a dimly lit and nearly empty room. The only thing in it, seems to be the chair and table he's sitting at. His hands uncuffed, but his weapons taken away. "This really sucks!" She shouts into the room. It's not like he hasn't been here before, but he knew whatever was about to happen wasn't going to go well. The door opened up and walked into a man with about the same hair color of the boy's own. The face is vaguely similar to that of his own as well. The detective walks in and folds his arms as he leans against the door.
"You know, I'm not shocked you're here." The man shrugged his shoulders. He seemed almost happy with this situation. As if it played out in his head multiple times. The man walked over and took a seat across from Ronan. "Didn't I tell you to stay home, little brother?" The man had that stern disappointed tone you'd normally hear from a parent.
"How should I know? You tell me a lot of things." The younger one responded. His voice sounded of disdain and ignorance. "Maybe, I was just outside having a walk." Now turning to a more cocksure stance. He wanted to be done with this situation as fast as possible.
"Sure, little brother. Not like we found glass shards in your jacket or the noticeable bruises on your face. Who did you piss off this time?" The man didn't sound concerned for his brother. Considering the mess he was in, it really didn't matter.
"Is that really the question you're asking me? You're such a good brother, has anyone told you that, Callum?" Calling him out by name got to him a little bit. Ronan knew how to poke at his older brother. "Does it feel good to try and be in control of me all the time? You're not mom or dad. You don't care." He was clearly trying to make his brother angry. Trying to force a reaction from him.
Callum took a deep breath, "You know what, Ronan? I'm not mom or dad, because if they were still here, you wouldn't be out all night and I wouldn't worry about whether you're okay, but that's just not the situation anymore." He sighed. "I'm down with this thought. This was your last chance. I can't do this anymore. I'm sending you to Beacon." He stood up and turned for the door. As if to be done with this conversation.
"What? No way! Never!" Ronan shouted back at him, standing up from the chair. He wouldn't allow it. A Huntsman Academy? No. Not in a million years. Ronan's a thief and transporter, not a Huntsman.
"This one is final, Ronan. Pack your bags, you've got a few days." Callum shut the door behind him and walked off, leaving Ronan to stew in the few words he left. Ronan felt kind of numb. His body leaving him standing. He couldn't respond or fight back. He was actually going to Beacon. He knew his brother meant it. He must have messed up big this time.