Judith
"Alright, I get it," Oliver drawled wearily, "You have a crush. Not my problem. I'm just supposed to figure out what's been going on."

He twirled around once in the office chair at the front of the room, intended for a teacher to work. At that moment, Oliver was technically a teacher, and technically working, but only technically on both counts. He wasn't paid enough to want to bother unravelling a gay teenager's private life any more than necessary.

Frankly, the rule was slightly ridiculous. He understood why it was there, why it had to be there, but he didn't exactly see a world in which they would succeed in policing that. They had a building full of troubled teenagers, of course some of them would get emotionally attached. It was *Normal.*

"I hope I'm sufficiently clear when I tell you not to do it again. Rules are rules, and no amount of loving each other or whatever it is you're doing is gonna change them. Find a way to make do without sleepovers. You'll be fine."

He turned his attention away from Owen, then, to focus on the elephant in the room. Uriel. *Uriel.* The fragmented dream-memory of their broken screams came back to him every time. Every time.

"Uriel." There was a pause as Oliver swallowed the discomfort out of his throat. "I've read your file. Have you in any way been helping Owen sleep, yes or no?"
Mary
Uriel was absolutely, 100% positive Owen didn't have a crush on *Them* Or even anything remotely comparable of the sort. Rather than argue against someone who had already made up their mind, though, they opted to shut their mouth. 

"...Yes, I have been using my abilities to help Owen sleep." Uriel's eyes drift down towards Oliver's throat at their change in body language. Was he... Nervous? Afraid of what Uriel might do? Afraid *For* Owen?

"No, I don't do anything without permission, and it's only on occasion. I've read up on the rules, and there's nothing about using your powers on other people. If you're worried about me harming Owen, you can rest easy."

Uriel looked at Oliver, grey eyes boring into his skull. 

"I dislike causing other people to suffer— a sentiment shared by most people, I'd like to think." 

The tiniest bit of tension, the slight edge to their voice— they were normally undetectable unless you were looking for it, but Oliver could easily pick up on the sharpness that slipped into their tone.
Judith
Oliver could feel the tension between him and Uriel. It was mutual, but he was committed to acting nonchalant while Owen was in the room. He was committed to seeming as though Uriel harming Owen in any way was out of the question - in spite of the fact that Uriel had been harming him, and he had harmed Uriel in retaliation.

He did not like to think about that, but the vitriolic sarcasm Uriel was trying to convey made him dislike it a little less.

"That's correct, you wouldn't have broken any rules just by doing that. What I'd like to know is whether, on the night or nights you spent in Owen's room, you had been there because you were helping him sleep."

Twisted and awkward as it may have been, particularly given the situation between Oliver and Uriel, Oliver was giving Uriel a chance. If Uriel said yes - if they said that they spent the night in Owen's room after they had helped Owen sleep - Owen would be absolved of responsibility for Uriel having fallen asleep there. Owen would be, for all intents and purposes, off the hook.

*Uriel, on the other hand, would be entirely responsible.*

Oliver took a few moments to mull over giving Uriel a hint at that. On one hand, it was Uriel. On the other...

"Keep in mind that your answer could implicate you."

The deed was done, the trap was set. Now the only thing left would be for Uriel to bite - and then, it would be Oliver and Uriel in a room, alone, where no one could hear them scream.

Not that Oliver planned to make use of that, but... The anger was still there. Just a tad. Enough to have the angry thoughts poke their head in, once in a while. Enough to leave a bad taste in Oliver's mouth.
Mary
The words took an embarrassingly slow time to register in Uriel's head. Once they do, though... Uriel visibly jolts upwards at the realization, and before they can even think—

"It was me." Uriel blurts out. "Owen didn't have anything to do with me staying over. I'd help him sleep, and end up passing out at his place. He— he doesn't need to be here, so..." 

Uriel was all too aware of what would happen to them once Owen left, but they didn't particularly care. So long as Owen was safe, Uriel could rest easy. If he was out of the picture, well— the knot in Uriel's chest that grew every time they saw Owen's nervous face would finally loosen up. 

They'd be able to handle anything thrown at them, so long as they knew their friends wouldn't have to bear the brunt of their mistakes.

*Besides, I did make this mess— it would be rather impolite of me to drag you down, too.*

"It was my fault, and I take *Sole* And *Full* Responsibility." They continue, emphasizing the key words needed in order to absolve Owen from their own sins.
Wai
"What?!"

*Dammit.* Everything that had come out of both Rask and Uriel's mouths in the past five minutes made his blood boil. For one, the sleepover rule was stupid, but that was old news. He wanted to grab and shake Uriel for so gallantly swan diving under the wheel for him- what kind of a helpless, snivelling fool would he *Be* For letting that happen? The stabby angel business was one thing. He would play dumb about that. But *This??* Idiocy.

"Uriel's used their powers on me exactly *Once*, and that was with my permission, *From another bloody room*. Any time they've stayed with me overnight is because I wanted them there, harmless fun and *Nothing else*. Their presence helping me sleep was merely a coincidence!"

Whoops. That was probably going to cost him. But he had gotten going, and couldn't stop now- he had been misunderstood, his words fallen out half-formed and boneheaded and backwards and an old, slightly childish anger demanded that he resolve it.

"Look, it was an honest blunder. We blanked and forgot a rule existed and we won't do it again, of course we won't, but- *Esgob annwyl*, what do you intend to do to them for **That**?"

Owen's voice was hardly raised above his normal tone, but it shook and cracked horribly on emotional notes. Something beneath the juvenile squeaks, though, held fiercely steady- he was already in the shit, wasn't he? What would Rask do, summon that hellish screech again? In this state, the indignant boy was of half a mind to melt the infernal robots beneath his boot.

And, on another layer, a method to his madness- as far as Rask knew, Owen had no clue about anything suspicious. What he'd seen and heard remained locked behind a mask of dishevelled innocence, his continued presence effectively blocking any discussion of what Uriel was *Really* There for. Who was being ridiculous here? Mild-mannered though he was, Owen's stubborn arse sure could keep up a righteous bickering match with a professional educator.
Judith
Oliver takes a deep breath in, then lets it out in a measured, controlled, calm *Siiiigh.* And he thought it would be over quickly.

Of *Course* Owen is protecting his crush. That's what teenagers do when they're in love. He could have and should have seen it coming from a mile away. He himself had been there before. He had done that kind of stupid, short-sighted thing for the sake of love before. Why didn't he see it coming sooner? What kind of stupid, angry, short-sighted thing had possessed him since that night?

"Owen. I need you to calm down. *I'm* Not going to do anything to Uriel for that. If the Deans want to give them more hours in detention, they can, but that's not *My* Decision. I'm not going to do anything, Owen. Okay?"

Why, oh why was Oliver doing this? It would be so *Simple* To just sit around for an hour, wait for Owen to leave, and grab Uriel on the way out for a chat. It would be so much *Simpler.* Why was he trying to expedite things?

'Cause it wasn't supposed to be him in detention, that's why.

"You don't have to cover for Uriel. Uriel, you don't have to cover for Owen either. Both of you can tell the truth or shut the fuck up, honestly. If you're actually honest, we can make the rest of this hour go a little bit faster." 

He paused.

"There's a deck of UNO cards in the desk drawer, and I'm definitely not having any more fun than the two of you right now, so..."