A/N: Hey all! This little thing is something I had the idea to write after I read a few other fic's on here, so I'm done lurking for now. Hopefully this will span a few more chapters if you guy's like it. This is my first fanfic, so constructive criticism is appreciated. Enjoy!

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Bum bum. "What the..?" a noise deep inside my chest pounded. "Oh, heh.." I whispered, silently scolding myself for not recognizing my own heartbeat. I tend to do that alot when I space out. It makes me notice the quieter things, like a heartbeat, or footsteps or the people silently talking about me in the corner.

"Speak of the devil.." I once again said under my breath, as two people strutted over to my table with a swagger in their walk that I just couldn't seem to match on my best days.

"Hey, Nebula!"

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" the voice grew annoyed, and slammed it's hand down on my table, startling me from my trance.

"Ugghh.. Whadda ya want Lance?" I asked, making it perfectly clear that I wasn't in the mood for company.

I looked up at the person standing over me, his brown eyes narrow making him look angry and tough, although I knew he was all bark. He stood about 5"9' with a face only a other could love, he had this stupid idea in his head that he was the most beautiful person in the school. I silently thanked whatever God out there who was listening that I would be leaving here soon.

"I heard you got in to Beacon, huh? So they're letting simple magicians in there now?" He said sarcasticly, prompting a laugh from the lackey standing behind him.

I hated it when people mocked my semblance, although it might not be as useful in the field, I aced all of my exams because of it. Yeah, I cheated. I never would've passed without my semblance. Mine's just a bit different than some others. You see, I can project my conciousness outside of my body, so all I had to do was peak over to the answer key when I wasn't sure of an answer. I'm 90% sure that my Professor knew about it, but him and I were cool, so he let it slide. Besides, all I had to do was to mention to the headmaster that he came to school drunk all the time, and I would have been right as rain.

So, with a rather shit-eating grin on my face, I replied "Yeah. What's it to you?"

"What's it to me? We both know that you couldn't have done that without cheating somehow. So, how'd you do it?"

Honestly, I was suprised he even got that much through that tiny brain of his, so when he put all the facts together, I was somewhat impressed. I mean, This is the kind of guy who fretted over not being able to figure out what 2+2 is with a calculator. The kind with no brains, all brawn. I mean, even his semblance reflects him. I tried to fight him once, and while he may not be able to deal a hit, he can sure as shit take one. Like I said, all bark no bite.

So, inturn I responded the way any cheater would. "Oh, you know. I paid him off and he gave me full marks. Or maybe I didn't. After all, a magician never reveals his secrets."

And he took exeption to that.

Reaching for his belt, he took out his weapon. Just a small 9mm with a few custom upgrades, not enough to really hurt anyone with an aura. He pointed it straight at my forehead. "I swear to God Nebula! I can't fail this! I deserve this, not you! It should be me on that paper, signed on as a huntsman-in-traini-" A loud, demanding voice spoke up from behind the crowd of people crowded around us. "Enough!"

One of the female professors stepped through the crowd. She wore a blazer over a white tee with some logo I didn't recognize and a business skirt that went down to her knee caps. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail and her eyes screamed annoyance. I never had bothered to learn her name, but since she saved me some time healing my aura I made a mental note to ask her later. "What is the meaning of this!"

Lance cowered and quickly put his weapon back in it's holster. "N-n-nothing Ms. Povric.. Just a bit of horseplay is all-"

She cut him off again. "Whatever, see me in my office later. Nebula Ascon, Counsellors office. Now!"

Begrudgingly, I nodded to the women, now known to me as 'Ms. Povric', and started through the crowd, but not before giving Lance the one finger salute.

I strode down the hallway towards the counsellors office. Most people hated going there because it usually ment they were in for some kind of talk that they wouldn't enjoy, but on this day I was not most people. I was nearly free. Just a few more hours and I'd be off for home to say my goodbyes and then off on an airship to Beacon.

I arrived to the counsellors office and opened the door. "Hello? Mr. Boe? You wanted to see me?"

The fat 'Mr. Boe' turned around in his chair, his suspenders struggling to hold up his pants. A stain on his shirt said ketchup, but his fingers said bar-b-que sauce. He sucked the sauce off of his fingers with a wet pop, and gave a grunt to show that he wasn't expecting me so soon as he rushed to clean up his mess.

Putting on his jacket he guided me into a room where a man was sitting on one of the sub par couches. The man had silver hair and wore spectle glasses atop the perch on his nose. Dressed in a green suit jacket, green suit pants, hell, green everything with the exeption of his shoes which were black and looked extremely uncomfortable.

Upon our arrival he took a sip of his coffee and composed himself. He stood up and extended his arm to me, and I returned the gesture by shaking his hand.

For a moment everyone was quiet as if we were all out of words to say. "I'm sorry sir.." I spoke up. "Have we met before?"

"No, I don't believe we have. Forgive me, my name is Ozpin. Professor Ozpin."

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Sooooo, what'd y'all think? Reviews are appreciated, but not necessary. Have a good day folks.