I leaned up in my chair when I saw Lionel enter the room. A tall, well-built Faunus with wild copper-orange hair and two rounded ears rising from just above his temples. Despite his messy occupation as a huntsman, he never failed to wear a suit, which he kept completely immaculate despite his constant fighting. His eyes, an orange color only slightly paler than his hair, were sharp and attentive, and darted about the room as he walked in, almost as though he expected to find an ambush.

Lionel gave a small nod before he spoke, "Sir, the girl is waiting outside, though I'd be careful with her," He leaned forward, afraid the girl may be listening through the door, "She's terribly afraid of humans. Ran for the hills when she saw my partner with her weapon out."

I took a sip of my drink, "I'll tread lightly, send her in, and then wait outside. Thank you, Lionel, for doing this on such short notice."

Lionel nodded again before walking out of the room. A few moments passed before an unassuming girl walked in. She walked in with her head held low, looked up at me, and turned her head back down in a mix of fear and embarrassment. She took her seat across the table from me, immediately setting herself into the most uncomfortable posture imaginable. Her back went as straight as a rod of steel against the back of the chair, her arms pressed into her side hard enough to make marks, and her hands forming a death grip of fear around the base of the chair. Her head was held low still, though she did seem to make an effort to look up towards me. Long brunette hair fell across her face, partially obscuring her terrified mocha eyes. From above her brunette hair rose two long rabbit's ears, drooping slightly due to the tilt of her head.

I gave her my best warm and welcoming smile, "Velvet Scarlatina. It came to my attention not long ago that you have a particular ability, a semblance, as we call them."

"Yes, s-sir, t-that's correct." Her voice was weak and wavering, and had an unmistakable accent that came only from the wilds beyond the kingdoms.

"Come now, I know that the humans outside the kingdoms aren't the kindest bunch towards the Faunus, but you needn't fear me. I assure you that many of my close friends, like Lionel out there, are Faunus just like you." I noticed her staring at my mug, "Would you like a cup? Finest quality, straight from Vacuo."

"I don't like coffee very much," her voice having lost some of its previous waver, before she suddenly blurted out, "Thank you, though!"

I took a sip. She seems to have calmed down a bit, her grip on the chair loosening from the clamp of rigor mortis to merely that of a mechanical vice, "So, Ms. Scarlatina, I'd like you to show me what you can do."

"I-I can't, whenever I use my… Well you called it a semblance, it destroys what I use it on."

I reached into my box sitting behind me, grabbing out what the girl needed. I showed it to her: a small, innocent looking plush ursa, with a body of cotton and a mask of painted plastic, "I believe this will suffice. Go on, whenever you're ready," I told her, before setting the small doll on the table between us.

Velvet stood up from her chair, and extended her hands towards the plush, "Here goes then…" Her body began to glow a pale white, a sure sign of her aura activating. Then, the same glow surrounded the doll. Velvet's glow subsided, but the doll's grew even brighter. Velvet dropped her arms and took a precautionary step back. I sipped my coffee as I watched the doll begin to swell, threads popping out of their stitching before falling away entirely. After a few moments, the doll stopped being a doll and began to be a fully-fledged ursa, its beady eyes turning from bits of plastic to glowing balls of hate, its mask changing from white plastic to bone, and a layer of black, bristling fur growing to surround its entire body. Finally, after around fifteen seconds, the ursa's weight snapped the desk in two, and the replica Grimm fell over, dazed. It continued to grow, and eventually, noticing a thoroughly terrified Velvet, started to snarl. Then, after a second or two of trying to roll off its back, the monster popped open into a cloud of cotton, leaving behind only a ruined husk of black cloth.

No longer having a table to rest it on, I set my coffee on the ground to applaud the girl, who was still shivering with fear in the corner of the room, "Marvellous, Ms. Scarlatina. In all my years as a huntsman I don't think I've ever seen that."

"But it only lasts a few second," she said in dismay, walking back to her chair. Though she was clearly rattled, her posture was much more relaxed, "They grow like real monsters, but then they just explode. It's just a parlor trick, I shouldn't have wasted your time, I'm sorry." Tears were forming in her eyes. She wasn't used to showing her power to others, let alone a human.

I extended a hand to rest on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her, "Ms. Scarlatina, the most powerful of semblances all start out as just parlor tricks. A close friend of mine can move objects with her mind, and is strong enough to shake a building to its foundations and rebuild it in a mere moment, but when I first met her it took every ounce of willpower she had to lift a pair of keys."

She wiped the tears from her eyes, "But your friend is a huntress! I'll never be able to train to become that strong,"

A coy smile involuntarily crossed my lips, "Velvet, do you know who I am?"

She looked at me with the exact look of confusion I expected.

"I'm Professor Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon Academy in Vale. I'd like you to come study at my academy."

Her eyes lit up, any remaining tears made themselves scarce, "Really?"

"Of course. With a semblance like yours, you could be a fine huntress."

She returned to her previous look of dismay, "But Beacon is for the best of the best, isn't it? And I don't know the first thing about fighting."

I chuckled a bit, "That's what the teachers are there for. So will you come?"

She looked down, not in dismay anymore but in contemplation. After a moment, she looked back up at me, with the first smile I'd seen on her and eyes filled with excitement and wonder, "Well, okay! Okay I'll do it!"

I smiled at her, and walked to the door to call Lionel in, "Lionel, I'd like you to go with Ms. Scarlatina and help her gather her belongings. I want her on the first airship to Vale tomorrow morning," Lionel nodded to me, and I turned back to Velvet, "Ms. Scarlatina, Orientation is in two weeks, please be on time."

She beamed back at me, "Of course, Headmaster, thank you!"

I walked out the door away before turning around, "Oh, and welcome to Beacon," I said with a smile and a sip of my coffee before taking my leave.