Chapter 1

Hello Nurse

It was night; well, not really night, more close to dusk than anything, but the constant pitter-patter of rain against the windows that lined the halls of Beacon tricked the residents in to believing it was night. Glynda Goodwitch stalked those very halls with a purpose that most disciplinarians would be envious of, and the students (and some faculty) were terrified of.

Glynda Goodwitch stood at around six feet, five inches, about as tall as the Headmaster with her heels on. She was a giant of a woman with a ridding crop that dared anyone to step out of line, and she could be very terrifying when she wanted to be. However, at this point in time if you listened to her she might not be that terrifying, or talkative for that matter.

"How those students were able to fill the entire school with helium I will never know. Thank Ohm it's almost vented out." A short time ago a team of students had; somehow, been able to fill the entirety of the school with enough helium to turn Beacon Academy, one of the most prestigious Huntsmen training schools on Remnant, into the Capital of Squeaker's Ville. The dorms had been the worst to suffer as the rain had forced the student body indoors, right into the odorless squeak inducing gas. It shouldn't have been physically possible, yet here she was walking down a helium filled hallway listening to the rain. Needless to say when Glynda caught those responsible, and it was a very short lived escape, she made sure those responsible had paid, dearly.

It would be fair to say that Glynda had seen her fair-share of crazy over the years, and dealing with the constant messes Ozpin would usually find himself in kept her busy and never out of work. She would even go so far as to say that she liked the crazy over the mundane life she could be living. . . but, there were times when even her patience could be tested. This was not one of those times.

As Glynda continued walking down the halls the ever present boom of thunder and rain assaulted the school grounds. If ever there was a time to fill the buildings with helium now would be it. Glynda hadn't spoken since she had. . . apprehended, those responsible. She could still hear herself, good Ohm, no one took her seriously, the strictest teacher in Beacon, no, on Remnant had been reduced to a squeaking giant. She had solved that problem with a punishment that was borderline cruel-and-unusual, not something that would be considered excessive to an outsider, but just enough to make sure this similar situation was never repeated.

Deciding to see if her voice had returned to normal Glynda opened her mouth and the first word that came to her mind came out as a high pitched, feminine, chipmunk-y voice. "Hello?" Slapping her hand over her mouth she whipped back and forth in the hall to make sure no one else heard. Tentatively, she removed her hand and tried again. "Hello," only silence answered her. Despite the circumstances on how she received the chipmunk voice, she was actually starting to enjoy it; it sounded, cute. Walking down the hall with a noticeable spring in her step, Glynda began to sing a song she had heard on the radio. "When ever I think of you, how I wish you on-ly knew, that you might be my dream come true." Offering herself a small chuckle at the sheer audacity of the antic, Glynda switched the song. "Sorry I don't treat you like a Goddess, is that what you want me to do." It was at this moment Glynda's scroll began to ring and vibrate making Beacon's Disciplinarian jump off the ground.

Scroll still ringing Glynda frantically looked to make sure no one saw her basically jump out of her skin. Seeing that she was in the clear, Glynda composed herself slipping back into the professional teacher character everyone knew her by and answered. "Yes Sir, What do you need?"

Looking at something past the scroll was a middle-aged man in a black button down vest over a green long sleeve shirt, a green scarf was wrapped around his neck as his grey hair moved when he turned to face the screen. Ozpin, the Headmaster of Beacon Academy and quite arguably the most powerful man Glynda had ever known stared back at her. The man had years of experience and it was said that there was no equal in terms of knowledge, patience, and skill. She respected him more than would be acceptable for anyone in a teaching position.

"Glynda, could you come to my office. There's someone here I think you should meet." It was as much an order as it was asking an adult for permission to get a cookie. The man had a way of making an order sound like a request, even if he wasn't trying to give one.

"Yes Sir. I'll be right there." She replied already moving to the clock tower.

"Oh, one more thing." Ozpin said before she had the chance to turn off her scroll. "The new hallway cameras and microphones were installed earlier today while you were busy. Just thought I should let you know," he said with the straightest of faces. And with that the screen cut to black and Glynda was left standing in the hall wondering if it was too late to change carriers. "Yes, so much respect."

Ozpin's office was located in the tallest building on school grounds, the clock tower. making her way through the halls Glynda had to brave the storm to reach the base of the tower, the same storm that still battered at the walls of Beacon. The storm had started late last night and only grown in intensity as time went on. It had reached its crescendo sometime earlier and finally began to die down, that didn't mean it was safe to go outside, the wind was still strong enough to uproot some younger trees and even remove loose shingles from the roofs, the only reason Glynda could even walk out in this weather was thanks to her semblance, that was the only reason she arrived at the tower dry and mildly warm.

Riding the elevator to the top floor, Glynda appeared in an open room with a see-through floor revealing the inner workings of the Clock. A lone desk sat near the back of the room with Ozpin sitting behind it, a single chair sat in front of the desk and Glynda could only assume the person Ozpin wanted her to meet was there. Glynda approached the desk as Ozpin was going over some paper work.

Finally able to see the occupant of the chair Glynda was surprised to see a child; a small boy barely into his prepubescent years maybe even younger. The boy had jet black hair a white under shirt on and a pair of jeans both of which appeared to be two sizes to big for him. Turning to face her Glynda could see he had greenish brown speckled eyes, his facial features were rather rounded and a light scar could be seen under his bangs along his right eye. He looked like a runaway and was most likely trying to escape some physical trauma with his parents.

This boy looked like he needed help from someone that actually cared for him, someone that would not abandon him at the drop of a hat. He looked like he wanted to say something. Let it not be said that Glynda couldn't be kind and caring when she wanted to be, she had served as a counselor previous years and was willing to listen, whatever he said Glynda would be there to support him, no matter how traumatized he might be.

"Hellooo Nurse."

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Glynda had heard many things in her years, but this was the first time a child had hit on to her.