As the Beacon football team, The Huntsmen, raid the locker room after an astounding victory against Alta's team, Cypher, by a landslide, 45-23, the team storms the locker room, whoops and shouts echo through the halls.
"Branwen! Branwen!"
The team hoists up Qrow and Raven, while they laugh, smiles spread across their faces.
"Alright, Alright. Settle down!"
A voice calls out from the hall leading to the main exit. The siblings and the team turns to see head coach, Port and assistant coach, Oobleck, standing in the door.
"Good job team, as you are aware the championship is one month away," Oobleck says, crossing his arms, "Though some of you may not be going."
"What?! Why not?" A team member calls out from the back of the locker room.
"Well, Tai, because some people are failing their studies!" Port says stoically, eyes drawing to Raven and other teammates.
"Team dismissed! Raven, you stay we have some words for you." Oobleck says hastily, as he slams a cup of coffee.
"Hang in there." Qrow winces, then pats Raven's shoulder.
A few minutes later, the team changed, and headed off to celebrate or just to go home. Soon it's only Raven, Oobleck and Port stand just in front of her sympathetic looks on their faces.
"Look we know you love to play football, and you can go a long way if you stick if it, but school is just as important as football," Port says, stroking his mustache.
"Agreed, Ms. Branwen, for you to qualify to play in the championship, you need at least B+ in science, math. While you are scraping by in your other classes, you have until the day before the day we leave for the championship, to get your grades up. Good Luck!" Oobleck quickly says, before speeding out of the room.
"I advise you find a study partner, it might help you more than studying on your own, make it easier to understand than trying to explain it yourself," Port says as he turned to pick up his bag.
Soon it was just Raven in the locker room, taking a moment to think and make up a plan, albeit a desperate plan, she had to make up to classes she was failing in a month... Which means to bring up F's to a B+, much a lot harder than you think, when you don't understand shit in either class.
"Damn it! I need to figure out how to do this." Raven spat out, anger runny through her veins.
The emotion ran through her like a freight train into a wooden cart, curling her fingers into a fist, she unleashed a hard punch into her locker, denting it.
"Calm down Branwen, you need a level head for this." Raven utters to herself, a second later regaining her composer, "I'll figure it out tomorrow."
Grading her duffle bag, she slings it over her shoulder, then heads to the door, cutting out the lights before she leaves.