In all the years she had known him, he had never dyed his hair. This in itself would be insignificant if it weren't for two things: the unusual silver color of said hair, and the fact that this was their eighty-fourth set of identities.
His artificial brown eyes flickered to her. "What are you thinking, Glynda?" Had they been anywhere near the students, he wouldn't have dared to be so familiar with using her first name, but in the teacher's lounge, they were safe.
"About how interesting it would be for us to switch hair colors."
"I agree," said Peter Port cheerfully, "though I do believe Ozpin would make a wonderful blond – sir, are you all right?"
In a brief breach of character, the silver-haired man had doubled over in laughter. He straightened, eyes twinkling with mirth. "Interesting indeed."
Glynda responded with a Cheshire smile, a lovely mental image of Professor Ozpin with pink hair lingering in her brain.
AN: Another "this character is actually this character" story. (You have no idea how many of these I've actually come up with and not published.) It should be pretty obvious who the two are, but I'm curious as to how obvious. At any rate, it won't be explicitly stated until the end.
Yes, it's short, but these are just going to be a bunch of drabbles. I have the last two chapters already finished (ish) so that whenever I want to stop, it'll actually have a conclusion.
By the time it's finished, this will most likely be very, very, very inaccurate.
Oh, well.