A.N. Am I building interest. Contrary to popular belief, I do have a plan for the story. I'm sprinkling bits and pieces of foreshadowing that will hopefully bloom into beautiful flowers. Let's ignore the fact that I have the opposite of a green thumb.
Chapter 9 - The Club
"So you spent a ton of Lien just for me to break into a schoolteacher's office and drop off a letter."
"Plus taking his mug."
"Yeah, that's still not the point. Couldn't you just - I dunno - mail it to the school?"
"It's a power play, Roman." Rory almost forgot the fact that this was Roman almost a decade before the canon-Roman made his debut into the public eye. Right now, he was just a young lad lost on the path of life, doing strange favors for not-insane customers like himself.
"Ozpin won't take the time to read every single letter he gets." That's what Goodwitch is for. Or at least, that's what she's forced to do when the Headmaster ignores his growing pile of paperwork.
"I need to catch his attention. And what better way than breaking into a secured facility and taking his most treasured object."
"I repeat, you made me break into a school office - to steal his coffee mug."
"And I can guarantee it is his most treasured object." Either that or his cane. Or the Relic.
"Hey, is there a place called 'The Club' around here?"
"Yeah? 'Round that corner there. Why?"
"Oh, no reason." Pulling a golf club out of his bag, Rory grinned.