Another chapter just because they're both extremely short.
With their distant, professional business relationship, sometimes it was all too easy to forget how long they had known each other and how well they could read each other.
"Sir?" she asked, a note of concern in her voice. What's wrong?
Ozpin rubbed his temples tiredly. "I'm fine. It's only a headache." His rapid blinking told otherwise, and, based off of years of experience, she knew a rose-haired phantom was haunting him.
"I'm fine, Aina." I'm not fine. Help me.
"Wrong assistant, Headmaster." Remember where you are. You're safe – she's not here.
"Ah, my apologies." He blinked a few more times, and the feverish glaze cleared away. "What were we discussing?" Distract me, please.
"This year's class roster." Glynda transferred the stack of student files from her arms to Ozpin's desk. "I've taken the liberty of putting them in alphabetical order." You and your OCD tendencies.
"Thank you, Miss Goodwitch." His grateful smile had a tinge of mischievousness. You're a lifesaver, but your last name is ridiculous.
"Hmph." Better than Ozpin. You're welcome.
A/N: One more note: I'm a OzpinxGlynda shipper. I'll keep this is as gen as I can, but no guarantees there won't be hints of it. (I'm sorry! It's in my little shipper blood!) At least one chapter will have them pretending to be together-together to freak people out.