GLYNDA GRIPES I

"Two, please. Use the new creamer."

Rolling her eyes, she lifted her riding crop and, with a flick of her wrist, did as she was requested. Glynda never understood why the good headmaster often switched his preference in coffee, but loathe was she to admit to him that she was curious by asking. She respected him and would trust him with her life—which, admittedly, she had done so numerous times by now. Nevertheless, when the day-to-day returned to lackadaisical reverie, he could be infuriating in his mystique.

"Thank you, Glynda," he said as she floated his cup to his hands, a damnable twinkle in his eyes.

She refrained from rolling her own.

"I warned you," the good professor said.

The headmaster nodded. "You did."

"Yang Xiao Long—while a remarkable fighter—tends to be overzealous in her emotions. Especially when it comes to matters regarding her sister."

"Temperance will be gained with time. Need I remind you of a similar young, blonde woman with a fierce… personality in youth?"

Glynda glared at him, but she knew the effect was dulled by the errant scarlet blush on her cheeks.

"Ruby Rose. Qrow taught her well, but, in many ways, too similar to him but lacks the maturity to rein in that recklessness to be an effective Huntress. I recommended against her placement, but you invited her nevertheless."

"I have explained my reasons."

This time, she did not even bother stopping herself from rolling her eyes.

"Last and very much least is Jaune Arc. You and I both know his transcript is a forgery. Must we allow him to play his charade?"

"Yes, and, for now, we will see how he fares. If he proves himself, what is the harm of having another Huntsman amidst us?"

She sighed, her hand running through her face. "Ozpin, with all due respect, I comply with many, if not all, your more questionable judgments, but do excuse me if I have trouble accepting that their enrollment in Beacon is a boon of any sort."

"Glynda," he called her name in that irritating calm voice of his. "I am not a seer. I could not have foreseen Ruby Rose and Jaune Arc to enter into a romantic relationship within minutes of meeting each other."

"Miss Xiao Long destroyed the entire auditorium!"

"It is a commendable feat."

"How so? Nearly every passing Huntsmen has the ability to destroy the school twice over if they just so happen to wake up moody."

"Ah, but am I referring to Miss Xiao Long? No, it is a commendable feat for Jaune Arc to have managed to duck and weave for as long as he have against a formidable Huntress-to-be."

Glynda opened her mouth to oppose, but stopped. She had watched the chaos unfold firsthand and it took her time to calm many of the panicked students. If not for a Miss Nikos and Miss Schnee to assist, she expected the damage would have been more severe. Nevertheless, she reviewed what glimpses she seen of the so-called 'fight' between Miss Xiao Long and Mister Arc. Though the latter never struck back, his movements in dodging the former appeared refine, meaning he did have experience and practice.

Though that posed a certain question: If Jaune Arc was as skilled as she saw, why go to the trouble of forging transcripts?

Beacon did have an entrance exam that need not required previous enrollment to a combat school even if prospective students rarely used that option.

"None of this makes sense," she remarked though it came off as more of an indignant grunt than anything refined as one would expect from her.

Ozpin chuckled. "Love never does."

The love of two teenagers who decide to be together after just meeting or the love of a sibling whose concern for their own caused mass rioting and wanton destruction?

"I still want them in detention after initiation."

"Glynda…"

"Two weeks. At the minimum."

This time, it was Ozpin's turn to sigh.