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The wolfos held onto the picture from the bathroom, as disgusting as the whole event had been. Granted, he had learned a valuable lesson, (that if someone mentioned detention, to run away as fast and possible and not look back. He also learned gnomes were rather effective ninjas), but King was okay with never going back. He was also a bit..adverse to going and seeing the school secretary who had more or less sent him and others into detention for reasons King STILL didn’t understand.

But, he was one who pushed the most paperwork, and, would probably know the most about the school and any groups in it. King had never heard of the defenders, and well, he would be a lair to say he wasn’t curious. The photo had faces he didn’t know and hadn’t seen in the school. Were they graduates? Was it some alumni group? A club that had since been disbanded? The wolfos made his way to the office, seeking answers, photo in hand.
“Sir Secretary? Might I have a few words with you?”

Did he come at a bad time? The paperwork looked like it was half a monster eating the desk, taking the secretary with it. This faded as Arel's head came out from the miniature mountain. Clearing his throat, King shuffled a bit, unsure if he was supposed to sit or stand. "Well sir, it shouldn't take more than thirty minutes or so of your time?"

He was probably very busy, what with all that paper work. "I simply found a photo that might have belonged to a student? It says Defenders of- but the rest is gone. I hadn't heard of such a club so I was wondering if you might know anything?"

Was that such a bad thing? King looked at the clock, then Arel. Did he have a meeting or some such? The wolfos made the choice to try and be as quick as possible. Evcen if he didn't think thirty minutes was not that long at all.

"...Well because... You're in the picture sir?" Fishing around, he pulled it out... but the mound of paper work separated them. "Er, pardon." Circling around, he was finally able to see Arel, no pile of papers in the way.

"Though, if it is not a club, what is it then? An old social group that did community service? An internship?" His ears were perks slightly, betraying his small excitement at possibly getting answers.