Glynda Goodwitch sat behind her desk, a sea of papers stretching out before her. She was in the midst of grading when she heard the familiar creak of her office door. She looked up, expecting to see one of her students seeking extra help or a colleague wanting to discuss lesson plans. Instead, she saw Cardin Entering, a smug smirk plastered on his face.
“What do you want, Cardin?” Glynda asked, her tone clipped.
Cardin pulled out a photograph, holding it up for Glynda to see. It was a picture of Glynda in her underwear, taken without her knowledge or consent.
“I think you’ll find this…interesting,” Cardin said, his smirk growing wider.
Glynda stood up, towering over Cardin. “Put that disgusting thing away before I turn you into a frog,” she said, her voice low and dangerous.
Cardin laughed, clearly not taking her seriously. “You can’t do that, you old hag.”
Glynda’s eyes narrowed. “Watch me, you little weasel.”
Cardin tried to backtrack, but it was too late. Glynda moved quickly, grabbing the photograph from his hand and ripping it to shreds.
Cardin stared at the pieces of the photograph, shock written all over his face. “Y-you can’t do that!”
Glynda dusted off her hands. “I can and I did. Now get out of my office before I make you regret ever crossing me.”
Cardin, defeated, left, but not before muttering, “You’ll regret this, Goodwitch.”
Glynda sighed, sinking back into her chair. She knew she would have to deal with the fallout from this situation, but for now, she was content to have stood up for herself.
There was a knock at the door. It was Ozpin, the headmaster of the academy.
Glynda showed him the shredded photograph and explained the situation. Ozpin listened, his expression serious.
“You always know how to take care of things, Goodwitch,” he said when she was finished.
Glynda felt herself blush at the praise. “It was nothing, sir.”
Ozpin stood to leave. “I’ll take care of Cardin. You just focus on teaching.”
Glynda watched him go, feeling a sense of relief. She had handled the situation, and now she could get back to what she did best – teaching.
As she turned back to her papers, she couldn’t help but smile. It was going to be a good day.
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