The first week of school never had any learning, just syllabuses and teachers fumbling with student's names. It was only in the next week when the magic began. For Yang and Nora in their first period chemistry, that magic was the art of fire, fire and burning things.

"So according to Mr. Ironwood, we put the compound onto the wet stick, put it over the bunsen burner, then record the color of the fire," Yang read through the lab handout, Nora already hooking up the glorified candle also known as a bunsen burner.

"How much goes on the stick?" the ginger asked, mentally prepared for an underwhelming amount of fire to be had.

"Just dab the end in the bottle, it says."

The two girls looked to each other, mischief in their eyes.

"Well..."

Yang opened the box of sticks and pulled a handful. "It doesn't explicitly say 'one' end of a stick."

Nora shook her head. "And who's to say what the 'end' of a stick is?"

Like criminals, they looked over their shoulders, spotting their teacher Ironwood helping out another group. "Let's do it!" they whispered excitedly in unison.

The blonde grabbed around a dozen plain popsicle sticks and 'wetted' them in the sink while Nora turned up the burner. Mercury and Emerald leaned over their lab kit to give worried glares at the two girls. Yang sprinkled the copper compound over the sticks.

"Okay, I actually want to see this," Mercury told his lab partner. They waddled over.

"You ready?" the blonde asked the ginger.

Nora giggled. "Do you really need to ask?"

"Yeah, stupid question. Here goes."

Sticking the powdered popsicle sticks into the steady flame, an eruption of green sprouted from Yang's toy, and the four teens laughed into their arms and hands at the mystifying spectacle. It didn't last too long however as Yang got distracted by the smoke coming off of it, her sleeve drifted into the bunsen burner.

A panicked collection of 'ah', 'ops', 'oops', 'crap', 'quick', and 'water's filled their corner of the room as they flailed about to turn on the sink, turn off the flame, and destroy the evidence of potential arson.

"What's going on?" Ironwood inquired, leaning menacingly over the much smaller teens.

On the second floor, AP history with Oobleck was just closing up. Blake sat dejected in her corner of the room with an empty journal of notes and a cast on her right arm. She stood up with a heavy sigh, slung her backpack over her good arm, and made her way through the labyrinth of seats to the door. She didn't make it much farther than that when Pyrrha caught up to her.

"Hello there!" the redhead greeted her with an uncommon amount of enthusiasm and a wave.

Blake hunched up and pulled ever so slightly away. "H-h-hello?" The black haired girl had learned from her life in Seattle that if someone approaches you with such gumption, they wanted something. Usually money. Or they were really weird. Or they wanted you to sign a petition. She kept her guard up. "Can I help you?"

"What? Oh, no, I was actually thinking of the other way around." Pyrrha's smile shone so bright, it hurt to look at.

Blake looked the other way. "Yeah? You're a doctor?"

"Heh, no, here." Pyrrha held in front of them two pages of notes. "I realized you can't take notes, so I wrote copies. This one's yours." The paper traded hands and Blake's expression traded skepticism for surprise.

"Oh! Uhm, I... heh, I don't know what to say. Thank you?"

"Don't mention it. Say, you are in my AP LA right? I can do the same for you while your arm is... you know."

The introvert started sweating. "Oh no! You really don't need to, that's so kind of you but, but I'll get by, you don't have to worry about it. Thank you though."

"No I got it," Pyrrha retorted happily, "I write all my notes twice anyways so I can... cement the content. I'm just giving you my spare." It was a lie, but Blake couldn't quite tell either way.

"Well if that's the case... I guess that would be awesome, thank you. Your name was... Pyrrha, right? Greek?"

They hit the stairs down and lined up on their right side, as to allow people on the left to go up passed them. "Yep, and you're Blake, correct?" Pyrrha barely caught Blake's affirmative nod from the corner of her eye. "Well nice to meet you Blake."

"Likewise."

"I guess I'll see you in three periods."

Blake chuckled, somewhat uncomfortably. "I guess so, see you then."

A light drizzle slicked the soccer field. Few actually minded, but Glynda had the wonderful idea to personally pair up each player and have them run passing drills, and Ruby regretted her coach's choice.

"Ruby!" cried Weiss, her voice long passed the point of grating on not only Ruby's nerves, but most of the other soccer team members. "Pass the ball to me faster! Do you want to be intercepted?" The rich girl kicked it back as she maintained her jog.

"If I do, you're gonna slip!" she argued, taking the ball back under control, getting it in front of her while not running over it and tripping.

Weiss groaned. "Just do it!" Others groaned when the echo of 'don't let your dreams be dreams' sounded in the backdrop. Probably one of the drama kids.

"Fine!" Ruby put more of her body into the kick, and sent it skidding to her partner.

"Good–" is all Weiss managed to get out as she directed the ball, slipped one foot in front of the other, curtesy of the slicked ground, and went flying right shoulder first into the turf.

"Oh no," Ruby muttered to herself sarcastically with a heavy dose of fake panic, "It's almost as if exactly what I said would happen, who knew?" She heard the laughs of her teammates that were watching.

"Ugh!" Weiss shouted, picking herself up and brushing the black rubber pellets of the turf off her jersey. "Why are we playing in the rain!? This is ridiculous!"

Ruby laughed as she folded her arms. "It's Washington, it's always raining." She started to walk away to get a drink.

Petty as she was and unhappy and being made the fool, Weiss scowled ferociously at the underclassmen, arms crossed with shallow contempt. Feeling cheeky, she made a impressively precise shot, launching the ball at Ruby. It hit her square in the lower back.

Ruby stumbled forward with a delicate, graceful, "Blegh!"

-End Chapter 2-

Thank you for reading my "SUPER ORIGINAL IDEA", I hope you got something from it, I'll probably be doing short chapters for this story, see ya cool cats later.