Chosen
"Okay, well how about this one?" Glynda Goodwitch said as she leafed through one of the many files that were stacked on Professor Ozpins desk. She was sitting in one of two high backed chairs. "Brust Leaf; perfect combat scores, achieved above the average on the aural magnitude test, and he's fro-."
"No." Ozpin said with a sigh. He stood before the large window behind his desk, cup of coffee in hand, hawk like eyes gazing off into the distance. Without turning, he continued. "We've invited a lot of perfectionists already-"
"And for good reason." Glynda interjected sternly. "Only the best are able to stand against the Grimm and come out alive, professor. I can not condone anything less than that."
"Tell me; were you so perfect when you were invited?" Ozpin said, turning and fixing Glynda with an inquiring look before walking to his desk and sitting down. "A school is a place for improvement: What would our jobs be like if we only accepted those with perfect scores and a perfect motive?"
"Our jobs would be easier for one." Glynda countered, returning the file to the stack closest to her seat. "Alright, who would you suggest. This is the last available spot you know."
At that, Ozpin opened one of the lower draws on his desk and drew out another file, no different from the others apart from the crest on the front.
"A Signal student?" Glynda asked curiously. Not many of them had made it to the short list this year, an obvious exception being Ruby Rose, but those circumstances were another matter entirely. Ozpin motioned for her to take the file held in his outstretched hand. Hesitating a moment, Glynda took it and slowly began to read aloud.
"Colton Azure: Seventeen. Six foot. Blue eyes. Brown hair. Diligent student at Signal Academy- Ozpin, what's so special-?"
"Keep reading" He said, swiveling his chair so he could gaze out the window once more.
Shaking her head, Glynda continued.
"Top of his class in weapon crafting. Scored slightly above average in the combat exam. Average grade in Grimm biology. Average grade in history. Personality test showed him to be a regular teenage boy. Reason for studying to become a hunter..."
Glynda trailed off, her green eyes focused on the word that was far from the usual answer found there.
"According to Qrow, his brother had been a promising student, perhaps he could of been one of the best, but a beowolf is a deadly thing for a novice to handle alone. Even if it is only one." Ozpin said after a short silence. "Revenge is a dangerous intent to harbour-"
"All the more reason not to give him an invitation!" Glynda cried, jumping from her seat as she slammed the file down on the desk. Ozpin fixed her with a cool stare. Remembering who she was talking to, Glynda cleared her throat and sat down again.
"As I was saying - revenge is a dangerous intent to harbour, but that is not his only reason, it would seem."
Glynda stared at him with an eyebrow raised as he continued.
"I read his background info. Apparently he has a thing against bullies - especially the rich picking on the less fortunate. In the end it would seem he has the same driving force behind his actions that most of the others do: The will to do what is right. Anyway, as teachers, it is our duty to lead him away from such dangerously reckless feelings."
Glynda continued to stare at Ozpin before giving a resigned sigh.
"You're going to do this no matter what I say, aren't you?"
A slight grin played across the mans pallid features. The type of grin a teenager has when he has the advantage over an adult or person in a position of a power. Despite his age and usual temperament, Ozpin could still be childish at times.
"Yes."