...you'll never last at Stratford. They have decency standards. And you wouldn't get to play dress up.

[Granted, they were pretty lax when it came to the student body dress code, what with Sytry running around with ribbons in his hair and that. But that could just be demonic charisma winning the day. As usual, because life wasn't fair.]

Ugh, no one cares about that man's respect or influence.

[Bad, bad flashback now to that meeting and those little bits afterwards that William doesn't remember, but everyone assures him were equally horrid.]