Weiss Schnee sighed, and slumped forward a bit. She glanced lazily at the timepiece installed on the wooden desk, noting there were only a few minutes left in class. She almost slumped forward even more, then quickly corrected herself. It wouldn't do to have people see her not paying attention in class. She was the perfect student, after all. She sat up straight, tilted her chin up, and fought hard to listen through the haze of boredom that threatened to engulf her. It wasn't that she wasn't interested… okay, maybe a little, but she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more important to do than listen to Port's lectures. As if on cue, the bell rang. Port looked about, confused as he always was. Weiss suspected he payed no attention to the time, or if he did, simply did not care. But no matter. It was time to move to more important matters. She had a theory as to why Yang had been arrested.
Weiss rose quickly from her seat and strode purposefully across the clamoring room, shoes clicking on the hardwood floor. On her way through the room, she shoved passed students talking to their friends and teammates. Several levels her angry looks, eyes flashing, but she leveled a glare back at them cold enough to freeze a candle, and most hurriedly looked down, muttering out of the side of their mouths. Weiss didn't care. She had work to get done, and wasn't going to let any of these imbeciles get in her way. Pushing through the door, and into the wide halls of Beacon Academy, she stopped for a moment to admire the myriad of students milling about the hall, but quickly regained control of herself. She could not let anything stop her. She glanced quickly at her scroll to make sure that she had time. Then, hair streaming behind her head, she charged down the hallway, glaring at any student foolish enough to impede her. Shouldering open the huge doors at the end of the hall, she took no time to admire the sprawling scene before her. Students of the academy clustered at every corner of the vast and beautiful courtyards, filled with stunning plants of all shapes and sizes. She instead strode moodily to a corner of the mess that was out of sight. It was a small, rather run down area of the academy, which was probably why people never went there. About 3 square yards of concrete, there was an old wooden bench next to a plant that had probably once been magnificent, but was not long dead. Weiss sat down heavily on the bench, crossed one leg on her knee, and furtively glanced about before pulling out her scroll.
Weiss had noticed earlier a strange piece of code in a message that was sent by Pyrrha shortly after she was seen going into the basement with Ozpin. Weiss had no idea what that had been about. Staring intently now at the holographic screen on the scroll, fingers furiously tapping different buttons, she worked to trace the strange code to it's source. After trying a couple different ways, and getting nowhere, she sighed moodily, wrenched her eyes off the screen, and began to stand up, one hand on her hip, and then looked down at the glaring screen, and fell back down onto the bench in shock. The screen was now filled with what looked like a black chess piece.
Eyes wide, with one hand trembling by her side, she probed the image mentally. She knew she had no program like this on the scroll. Weiss tried to reason with herself. Evidently, this was the work of the strange code that she had noticed with Pyrrha's message. Hesitantly, she tried to open up the code. Protected. The hand by her side came up to slap herself in the face. Of course it was protected. Who would send a virus, and she of course had to assume it was such, and allow it to be tampered with? This evidently was going to be a long process. Sighing heavily and slumping a bit, she began her task...
...And looked up, startled, when she heard the voice of her teammate, Ruby, shouting her name. Weiss let out a short grunt and pounded the bench with her fist in frustration. She could hear Ruby's jaunty footsteps rounding the corner. She chuckled. In her head, she could picture the short little girl prancing down the hallway, cloak streaming behind her back. But now she heard another set of footsteps, more quiet.
"Weiss, where are you? We were supposed to meet an hour ago" The somber voice of Blake cried out. Weiss hurriedly shoved the scroll back into her pocket. It would not do to get her teammates involved in this, capable as they were.
Blake and Ruby rounded the corner. They stopped. Ruby stood, hands moving, swaying slightly, evidently trying to figure out what to say, and failing. Blake stood still, eyes narrowing, and exclaimed
"Where have you been? Why are you so late?"
Weiss stood up, brushed an imaginary bit of dust off the front of her skirt, tilted her chin up, rolled her eyes, and said haughtily "I doubt you made it on time to the meeting, either", and smiled slightly.
Blake took a small step back, paling slightly, and looked down at her feet.
"Um.. How did you...", she mumbled, while Ruby leaned forward and laughed a bit, then covering her mouth with one hand.
Blake paled further, but still remained indignant.
"Well, you are even later. What were you even doing out here? I've never seen this place before," she added, glancing around, one hand straying towards the hilt of Gambol Shroud before hastily moving it back.
Weiss looked down her nose at Blake, and spoke.
"That's for me to know and you to wonder. Now, if you would excuse me." Weiss began to stride confidently forward, brushing past Ruby and Blake without a second glance.
Ruby reached out a hand and stumbled forward a bit, shouting "Weiss, where are you going?!" Regaining her balance, she clasped her hands in front of her and looked down, one foot swinging. "We're supposed to be friends".
Weiss stopped, Without turning around, she tilted her head slightly to one side, leaned on one leg, and said
"If you must know, I just want a little peace and quiet. You two can talk a soul to death, with all your whining about Yang."
Ruby looked hurt, and began to shuffle her feet. Blake stepped forward and looked up angrily. Fire flashed in her eyes, and she said firmly
"You know Yang as well as we do. You know she wouldn't do something like that! How dare you".
Weiss spun around on her feet, allowing a trace of anger to show on her face. She exclaimed
"She's a criminal, Blake! You saw what she did to Mercury!". Weiss clenched one hand into a fist. "Furthermore, it was Atlas that arrested her. I'm sure that they made no mistake." Weiss placed one hand on her hip. Truth be told, she was much less confident that there was no mistake than she would have them think. But she needed to get Blake and Ruby away from her, and the only way she could do that was to anger them.
Blake shouted angrily "How could you! She was your teammate! You… You monster!" and stormed off, pushing passed Weiss, hands fisted at her sides, every muscle in her body aching for a fight. Ruby called out "Wait, we're all friends right? Can't we talk this out?!"
"No." Came the indignant reply from Blake's receding figure. Ruby looked down abashedly. She looked so impossibly innocent that Weiss had to resist the sudden urge to place a hand on her shoulder and comfort her.
"Well?" Weiss said instead, raising one eyebrow. "Wouldn't want to keep your friend waiting, now would you?", and her lips curled into a sneer.
Ruby scampered off, cape streaming behind her, tears splattering the ground as her feet slammed on the pavement. Weiss was ashamed, and it took all of her self control not to reach out and apologize. Instead, she turned back towards the bench and plopped down heavily. The sky was beginning to darken, and she could see rain clouds on the horizon. Fitting, she supposed. Pulling out her scroll halfheartedly now, she began glumly to resume her infiltration process. She didn't expect anything, pessimistic mood she was in, until she heard a beep. She looked down in surprise to confirm what she thought. She was in.