Author's Note

Yeah, about the whole sporadic update thing? Well, here is another one! XD Yeah, but in truth I kinda just got really in touch with my muse right now and had to write something. So to anyone reading this, please don't expect any semblance of an update schedule. (Heh. Semblance. Get it?) Without any further ado, let's start.


Following Pyrrha's lead, Jaune looked towards the teacher in question. 'Miss Goodwitch, huh?' Garbed in both her long suit-dress outfit and tattered purple cape, she certainly seemed to live up to half of her namesake at least.

'What is it with Hunters and cosplay anyways', Jaune wondered. It was a random thought he had had over the course of his stay at Beacon currently. 'I mean, it seems that everyone seems to be cosplaying as something.' Looking at Pyrrha for just a second he confirmed his thoughts.

Reaching the Huntress in question just before she left out the doors, Pyrrha called out, "Ah, Miss Goodwitch, could you wait a moment?"

Turning back towards the duo, the glasses wearing femme fatale responded to Pyrrha's request by stopping and giving them an inquisitive look.

Reaching the teacher, Pyrrha said with a respectful tone, "Hello there, Miss Goodwitch.". With a slight downcast to her head and an even tone, she smiled towards the teacher.

"Yes," said Miss Goodwitch inquired, "Is there a problem?" Turning towards Jaune and met his eyes. Her eyes widening for a fraction of a section, there was a glimmer of recognition in her eyes. However, she averted her eyes soon enough as she turned to Pyrrha.

Unaware of her reaction, Jaune tuned out the resulting conversation for now, (a skill that he had to learn considering how much each and every one of his seven sisters liked telling him about their day—every single day) and took a deeper look at the two females in front of him.

Despite being a Professor, and as a such a professional Huntress, she didn't seem to be that impressive. At least not to Jaune. She didn't look that strong, nor old to him. She just looked like an attractive young woman. Young enough to be in her twenties in truth. And yet… there was something to her, something that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. There was something in her stance and presence that just screamed danger. Not particularly like him, but danger all the same.

'I really don't want to mess with her.', Jaune thought to himself feeling a lump in his throat. 'I don't think I'd survive it.' And thinking about her ever finding out about his transcripts, he felt his heart beat frantically. If it ever came to light, and she found out… He shuddered and tried his best to rid himself of those thought. 'Yeah, no. If she finds out I'd better be miles away by that point.'

Still, taking a closer look at her he noticed something. Beyond her appearance, there seemed to be something inherently… familiar about her. Not in the sense that he had seen her in passing or something before but rather that he knew her. Yet, racking his brain for such a thing, he came short. He couldn't tell where he had seen her before. All he knew was that despite his fear, he also found comfort in her aura.

'Weird', he thought to himself while frowning. 'Why do I feel this way?' Unsure of why he had such conflicting feelings and finding no particular reason, he gave up. 'Eh. It'll probably come to me later.', Jaune thought to himself with a shrug.

Dismissing those concerns for now, Jaune took a look at Pyrrha. His new (hopefully) friend here at Beacon. In sharp contrast to Miss Goodwitch, she looked quite strong. Very much so, in truth. It was probably due to the way that she exuded her strength, Jaune mused. Unlike the aforementioned teacher, who seemed to hide her strength behind the veil of a normal woman, Pyrrha seemed to just ooze her strength out without regard to secrecy.

It was an odd contrast he mused, 'It seems kinda ironic when I think about it. Someone strong who hid and someone weak (compared to Miss Goodwitch that is) who showed off their strength.'

So deep in thought, he didn't notice the that the conversation he had tuned out was done and both Pyrrha and Miss Goodwitch were looking at him.

"Jaune/ Mr. Arc?" spoke Pyrrha and Miss Goodwitch concurrently.

"Huh? Oh sorry about that." Jaune said abashedly as he scratched his head. "I was just thinking about something, that's all."

"It's fine Jaune. Miss Goodwitch here has offered to personally show us to the cafeteria." Turning towards the witch in question, Pyrrha spoke once more, " Thank you once again Professor."

"Ah, thanks too Miss Goodwitch." said Jaune. So embarrassed was he that he had lost track that he was amiss on what else to say.

With a small smile—so faint that it was barely there— Glynda said, " It's no trouble Mr. Arc. It would be my pleasure. Beacon is a large enough place to get lost in. As a teacher, how can I not help a student—whether prospective or not— who is lost?"

Smiling back just as softly, Jaune thanked her once more. "Still. Thank you. I know you must be busy setting up for Initiation tomorrow."

Green eyes glittering, she spoke up once more, "It's fine. I've completed most of my tasks anyway." Muttering under her breath, "Unlike the dear Headmaster."

"Hmm? Did you say something?" said Jaune worriedly. He she seemed a bit mad and he didn't want to be a target for her ire.

"Nothing. Nothing important anyway. Let's go. I'll lead the way." said Glynda with a tone of finality.

"Yes mam.", spoke both Jaune and Pyrrha. Jaune with a slightly cowed expression and Pyrrha with an expectant one.

Heading towards the door once more, the trio began their trek towards the cafeteria.


Ending Notes

So, some people might ask about the Glynda thing going on. All I gotta say is that this story is about first impressions. Besides, Glynda is bae. `~` If you have any questions, then you'll have to keep reading to find out the answers. Thank you once again for reading. Peace.