"Are you seriously telling me you didn't know about this, Ozpin?!"

Glynda Goodwitch slammed her hands on the headmaster's table. An act that would've gotten any subordinate fired if they tried it, but the blonde huntress had every good reason to be angry at yet another questionable act the Headmaster of Beacon Academy did.

"I assure you Glynda, I—"

"Did you, or did you not know?"

The ashen haired headmaster sighed. "Yes, I knew."

"And you're telling me…that you just granted his entry to the school? Are you out of your mind?! Never mind the kind of scandal this could cause, but if—when he gets hurt, what are we going to tell the Arc family?"

"Glynda, calm yourself. The boy has made friends here."

"His friends," Glynda spat. "—aren't always going to be there to protect him! You've seen him fight in class. He doesn't have what it takes."

"He's being trained—"

"He could die, Ozpin." Glynda interjected in finality. "Stop making excuses."

Ozpin breathed in and took a moment to relax. The eyes behind his glasses averted eye contact with the blonde in the room. He leaned forward and bridged a tent under his nose with his fingers.

"You're right." He started, getting a surprised reaction from the Beacon teacher. "You're absolutely correct. I accepted Jaune Arc into Beacon despite knowing his transcripts are forged. Not only have I endangered his life, but I've also used my position to suit my own needs."

Glynda could only stare at him, perplexed.

"Why?" That was the reason she came here in the first place. To know why in Remnant Ozpin would do something so stupid.

"I must admit, I wasn't expecting to receive a transcript for an Arc in Beacon this year. They are a rather famous family in our line of work, you know. I would've been looking forward to having someone from the Arc family study under Beacon."

Ozpin leaned back and pressed a switch on his computer. It pulled up the records of each Beacon student. Inputting in a few more commands, he pulled up Jaune Arc's file. The boy's image displaying on the screen for both him and Glynda to look at.

"When I first saw Jaune Arc, I didn't think too much of him but a civilian who had the gall to fake transcripts to be given a place to be accepted into Beacon. There are many more students out there, who have worked harder and deserve a place here with us. But one of them was rejected, to make room for him."

Glynda nodded in silence. She had reviewed a few other huntsman and huntresses in training that would've made for a better fit in Beacon. As big as Beacon is, the slots are limited and so they were rejected in place of Jaune Arc. She wondered if the young Arc even knew the weight of selfishness on his decision to fake transcripts.

"But…perhaps it was the idealistic part of me. I've always heard that the Arc family had quite the large auras and were known for their heroics. Maybe this Jaune Arc had what it took? Maybe in his own time, he can live up to his namesake? Please do keep in mind, Glynda, that this wasn't a decision I made on a whim. This took quite a while of contemplating before I decided to go through with it."

"Even if it was unfair to the other students?"

Ozpin nodded.

Glynda, having worked hard to become a Huntress herself, knew just how aggravating it would be to any other student to see that someone had been given a place in their prestigious academy through fake transcripts when they had to endanger themselves and get hurt as mere children to even have a chance to enter. Even more so if they knew that the school's faculty tolerated it.

"Ozpin, I'm concerned with where he even got those fake transcripts. It may be possible that young Arc had dealings with criminal operations in order to get his hands on those."

Ozpin remained silent indicating he himself knew not where Jaune got his transcripts from. When Glynda realized that she wouldn't get an answer, she decided to move on, not wanting to know herself as she was already angry enough at the young Arc to begin with.

"Regardless, the transcripts aren't as well thought out for documents designed to fool Beacon. He didn't even change his name. All it took was one phone call to the Arc family to know that he had run away and they had no knowledge of where he was."

"Glynda, did you tell them?"

"No." Glynda's response was sharp but carried venom. Remembering the conversation she had with Jaune's mother and father only served to further agitate her. "They were worried sick for him though. I decided to hear to what you had to say first before doing anything else."

There was a sigh of relief from Ozpin's mouth. "I thank you, Glynda."

If she had told them, there would've no doubt been a lot of trouble that would've followed. Jaune Arc would've been dragged out of Beacon by his own family and Ozpin would've needed to do a lot of explaining.

And that would be the best outcome! Worst case scenario (and the most likely) is that the boy would've been facing serious criminal charges for forging his way into the academy.

Glynda continued.

"I was able to learn that Jaune Arc had no Hunter training in any way. I'm curious to know how he managed to unlock his aura before coming to Beacon."

"He didn't."

Glynda's green eyes squinted. "Excuse me?"

"He didn't have any aura before coming to Beacon. It was during the initiation that one of his fellow classmates unlocked it for him. She would've gone on later to become a member of his team."

"So, it was Miss Nikos who unlocked it for him…" Glynda deposited that information. With that knowledge in mind, it didn't take much to connect the dots that she knows about his forged transcripts, not to mention her being his accomplice. Though she wasn't quite sure if his whole team was in on the secret.

"Yes. It is also with her that Jaune Arc's training resumes every night."

Hearing that, Glynda calmed down a little bit. Although not enough to completely dissuade her anger. "At least I know now that he's catching up, even if it is from special treatment."

"Now I wouldn't call what they have special treatment. He is merely being given a helping hand from one of his dearest friends."

"Oh?" Glynda raised an eyebrow in challenge. "And how many of our students can say that they've been personally trained by the Champion of Mistral? Or entering a prestigious Huntsman academy without any pre-qualifying accomplishments either? The only reason Mr. Arc even passed the Initiation is merely because he had the luck to meet with the right people, and not through his own merit."

"I can see why you would think that but I stand by my point."

Glynda nodded. She wasn't really interested in debating with Ozpin what counted as special treatment and what didn't.

"And what now? I'm guessing you want me to remain silent about this matter."

Ozpin shook his head. "I'd like for you to do what you think is best. I've always trusted your judgment, Glynda. For what it's worth, I'm sorry for going through this without so much asking for your input."

The blonde huntress sighed. Ozpin's apology took away a lot of her anger and ire. The stress of finding out about this dirty business took away a lot of her focus that should've been spent on faculty duties. Whether or not he truly meant it she would never know, but she did know that the Beacon Headmaster had a way with words. While Glynda would never say it, it did feel like Ozpin was dancing around her words with skilled eloquence.

She turned around and walked towards the exit. While she didn't quite say it, it was clear that she wasn't going to reveal Jaune Arc's little secret. Glynda however did turn around to make one final statement.

"Just how long did you expect to keep this a secret, Ozpin? Did you honestly expect this to work? He may be a first year as of now, but if he does luck out and make it to further years as an upperclassman, the world will take notice of him. And sooner or later, someone out there will find out."

With that, she turned back to heading towards the exit shaking her head.

"Endangering a child for curiosity's sake? Shame on you, Ozpin."

000

As Glynda stormed out of the Headmaster's office, she walked by another person who was trying to catch her attention.

"Um, Miss Goodwitch?"

She didn't answer him merely stopping by her tracks to give the young man a dead serious look. He noticeably flinched at her coldness.

"May I ask what this is about?" He said slowly.

"As of now, nothing that should concern you, Mr. Arc."

"But Ma'am, you're the one who asked me to wait outside..." Jaune shrank when he saw Glynda's glare intensify. "—I'm sorry I know it's none of my business, but I have been waiting out here for quite a while now and it is getting quite late."

Glynda didn't say anything for a few seconds. She merely avoided looking in his direction.

"Head back to your dorm." It wasn't a suggestion or a command to actually go back to his team's room. It was a command for him to leave her presence.

"But—"

"Now!" Glynda snapped at him.

"Y-Yes, Ma'am!"

With that, Jaune scurried away as fast as he could towards the opposite direction that his teacher wasn't facing. He didn't once look back at her direction.

Glynda could only stare at him as he disappeared from her vision. She had the urge to confront the boy and get answers straight out of the source. But for now, she decided to leave him be. She wondered just how long he could last before he was discovered. She knew it would eventually happen. At that time, her hands would no doubt be full.

It was just a matter of when.