Five Times Glynda Goodwitch Fixed Something . . .

1 – A ( Beautiful ) Plate

The first thing Glynda Goodwitch ever fixed for Ozpin was in their early years at school together- a plate. It was a rather pretty dish, one borrowed from the school's kitchen; he used it to give cookies and other snacks and drinks to students working in the library past the time to go back to their dormitories and rest.

Hhow it had fallen from his usually firm yet so very gentle hands, she had no idea, but it had and now it lay broken at his feet while he slowly picked up the pieces, all by himself.

Some kind of poetic irony, honestly.

She'd known him for very little time, yet, she knew Ozpin was likely used to doing these kinds of things alone, despite knowing that at any time he could ask her for help and she would give it to him, too, in that lonely hallway headed toward the kitchen where the plate belonged.

So, with a sigh, she kneels beside him and begins to pick up the pieces, too.

"Careful, they are sharp," He warns her, predicably, yet so softly, "You don't have to help. I made this mess, I can clean it up by myself- "

"You can, but you won't; besides, why waste such a beautiful dish? Look, I can fix it."

And she watches, with a small smile, as the amazement and wonder appear in his eyes as she waves a hand over the pieces and, using her Semblance, pieces back what's broken before him. When she finishes, she takes the dish and presses it into his hands, as seamless and beautiful as it was before his accident had left it broken.

"Beautiful," The silver-haired young man murmurs, "Simply beautiful."

It would only be years and years later that she realizes that he might not have been talking about that simple dish, after all.