So, I was visiting my profile today in preparation for uploading this, when I noticed that not only was the link to the forum thread missing, but so were several links to other projects I have across the web. So to anyone trying to find the link last week, I'm sorry about that. Because Fanfiction doesn't let us put links in stories, I've put partial link information below. Just go to RT's site and type the following after the web address:

viewTopic . php ?id=2261025&page=1

This week's chapter is fairly short (sorry about that), mostly because I felt the end and start of chapters one and two respectfully were stronger without this tacked on.
Also, I really wanted to use this chapter title. Anyone who watched afternoon children's tv in the UK during the late 90s will probably get it.

Thank you for reading, and I hope you will support this project.


II.

THE BEACON HEADMASTER

Ruby had only asked for an autograph.
Was that really worth the dark scowl and the firm hand on her shoulder? Had the silent treatment and her protests ignored really been necessary as her savior had put her in the back of a car bound for who knew where? What about now? Was putting her in a cold, blank windowless room with nothing but a pair of chairs and steel table between them a just reward for helping the public?
All Ruby had asked for was the autograph of Glynda Goodwitch; this strong, brave Huntress who had come out of nowhere to save her skin, now glowering at her scroll computer tablet as she paced around the table again and again. The redhead fidgeted nervously in her seat as she watched the Huntress pace.

"Sooo…is this going to take long?" She tried to smile, her gesture ignored, "'cause Yang said she only had a few more questions for this Junior guy so I should really-"
"I hope that you realize that your actions tonight will not be taken lightly, young lady." The Huntress' words deep, bringing Ruby's protests to a halt. "You put yourself and others in great danger. If it were up to me you'd be sent home...with a pat on the back…" Ruby smiled hopefully, "...and a slap on the wrist." The riding crop cracked the table hard, Ruby flinching away with an "Eep!". "As it is however, there is someone here who would like to meet you."
As if on cue, the door latch clicked, and Glynda stood aside to let the new guest into the already cramped room. He held a plate of cookies in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other. Ruby liked him better already.
The bringer of sugary treats smiled at the youngest in the room, watching with amused brown eyes from over round tinted specs at the childish anticipation in the young girl's face. He was tall and lean, clothed in green from scarf to jacket to boot, a mop of unruly hair surprisingly grey for the face that it fell around.
"Miss Ruby Rose," the newcomer leaned over the table, staring at her intently. "You…have silver eyes."
Ruby blinked in surprise. "Erm…Thank you?"
The man smiled, standing up abruptly. "So! Where did you learn to do this?"
He gestured to Glynda's scroll, now held out for Ruby to see. She watched herself flip and shoot her way through the gang of goons, taking out each one in a matter of seconds.
She looked so cool.
She turned back to the man nervously. "S-Signal Academy."
"They taught you to use one of the most dangerous weapon combinations ever designed?"
"Well, one teacher in particular."
"I see…" The man contemplated something for a moment, before setting the plate of cookies down on the table between them. One cookie was hesitantly nibbled on by the redhead. The rest were swiftly shoveled into her mouth one after another when no complaints came. "It's just that I've only seen one other scythe-wielder of that skill before. A dusty, old crow…"
"Ouh! Dat's mui uncal!" The man frowned at the speech mangled by a mouthful off cookie, Glynda wincing at the spray of crumbs across the table that came with it. Ruby blushed, and hastily swallowed. "Sorry. That's my Uncle Qrow! He's a teacher at Signal. I was complete garbage before he took me under his wing. And now, I'm all like Hooowaaah! Witchaaaa!"
"So I see," the man smiled again at the strange poses she pulled. "So tell me Miss Rose," he sat down in the chair opposite, the intent stare returning to his brown eyes, "what is an adorable girl such as yourself doing at a school designed to train warriors?"
"Well…" Ruby leaned in, as though she was about to reveal her darkest secret. "I want to be a Huntress."
"You want to slay monsters?"
"Yeah!" She gushed. "I only have two more years of training left at Signal and then I'm going to apply to Beacon Academy! You see, my sister Yang is starting there this year, and she's trying to become a Huntress, and I'm trying to become a Huntress 'cause I wanna help people. Our parents always taught us to help others, so I thought, Hey, I might as well make a career out of it!" She giggled. "I mean the police are alright, but Huntsmen and Huntresses are just so much more romantic and exciting and cool and really, gosh, you know!"
Her, a Huntress! She squealed happily at the thought. The man smiled at her display, waiting patiently for her to calm down before he leaned in across the table. "Do you know who I am?"
Ruby grinned. "You're Professor Ozpin. You're the headmaster at Beacon Academy."
Ozpin smiled. "Hello."
"Nice to meet you."
"You want to come to my school?"
"More than anything."
Ozpin sat back, still smiling even as he studied her. He glanced at Glynda, who scowled at his silent question, turning away arms crossed with a "Humph!"
Then, turning back to Ruby, Ozpin said the two greatest words ever spoken to the young Huntress-to-be:
"Well…okay."
Today just became the best day ever!