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The clock was idly ticking, which couldn't be any slower for Professor Oobleck. His right foot fidget in anticipation as his glassed gleamed towards the school-issued clock, and then to his watch, and back again to the clock. If he didn't know any better time was halting to a slow pace. Time mocking him as it felt like eternity for the next hand to reach the next minute. In the background groans of miserable students were heard within earshot of the Professor. He however paid no mind to their surprise history essay on how modern military tactics would effect past war battles. Today was special. Every month holds a special event that he and the professors participate in. And that event was a gruesome war.

"Professor Oobleck," meekly spoke a struggling student , "I can't seem to write a page of the topic. The subject is too difficult."

"That's a shame. Because now all of the class has to write 2 pages of it." Oobleck coldly answered back. His eyes never leaving the clock's hand. Moans of disgruntle and ripped papers were heard. Oobleck dutifully ignored their anguish.

'I'm sorry students but, the pain you are going through now is just a fraction of what I'll be dealing with later'

The clock's hand moved. Five more hours and 3 more classes to go. Bartholomew only let out a deep sigh.

A flock of female students flocked all over the renowned huntress that even other hunters fear. She stood calm and professionally amongst the crowd offering sound advice and humble opinions. This person was no other then Professor Glynda Goodwitch who was stopped on her way heading to her office by her many fans.

"Professor the technique you demonstrated on executing the levitation glyph was brilliant. I've now increased my glyph duration and potency by leaps and bounds thanks to you."

"Professor how would you battle against a gorge-tooth without glyphs?"

"P-Professor...p-please accept this gift!"

Aside the last one these were one of the many questions she was burdened with to answer as it is her duty to teach these aspiring hunters/huntress to survive the unforgiving battlefield. She answered politely to all of her questions and declined the most personal ones and headed to her office. There she would be safe from the chaos which were her students. When she hushed away the stragglers that followed her, the stoic professor did a final scan outside to see if anyone still persisted in meeting her but there were none. With a faint click of the door lock was she able to rest.

Professor Goodwitch sat on her mahogany table in her office clearing piles of paper into a tray labeled 'Finished'. She didn't need to look at the clock as she new well as a hunter prepares for the battle and does not seek one. She let out a smile which she quickly concealed into her usual facade of stoicism. On top of her desk was a picture frame of her and the other professors. This time she couldn't help but let the persistent smile slip through again. Today was her favorite day after all who wouldn't smile at such occasions. She placed her fingers on the picture frame and slowly and slid it down, teasingly, and then proceeded to open her drawer and took out an object that she had full mastery of.

"I can't wait for tonight."

The plump Professor Port jovially walked out of the grocery store located at the Residential District. The shop he frequents to is a popular grocery for the staff and students of Beacon for its close proximity and other variety of stores around it. Two bags in each hand he soon headed out to meet the other professors.

"I don't think this is necessary Velvet." Cardin complained as his long sleeves were being tugged Velvet. His face flustered not entirely putting a resistance to Velvet's action.

"I told you, if you didn't get an 'A' on Oobleck's test you would treat me out!" Velvet insinuated. "I know this amazing cafe that serves the best cake!"

"Hohoho...It's nice for you two to get along so well." Port spoke out in his usual mannerism. The two were spooked as they didn't notice the professor walking towards them.

Both youths stopped their advancement both embarrassed and shocked by being found by a professor.

To further add to their discomfort the jolly professor continued on, "Ah that bring back memories... Seeing you two on your date reminds me how me and my lovely wife got together." The professor soon thought of the past and let a long smile out.

Velvet's face just brighten red as Cardin went for the defense. "We're not on a date! I'm just treating out my tutor for her hard work."

The professor only smirked. He's seen this enough time with all his past students that he enjoyed pushing their buttons. "I never knew you and your tutor got along so closely." Hands still full with groceries Port was still able to point at the young faunus girl who was still tugging on Cardin's sleeve. Upon realization she let go of Cardin's clothing and ran into a random shop in front of them. The embarrassment too great for Velvet to handle.

"Velvet wait come ba- What the hell is your problem Port!?" Cardin said clenching his fist getting ready to put a fist on his professors chin without the fear of consequences. However despite the reaction Port was still chipper.

"Bwuahahaha...haaa...Now now young Winchester is it? Don't be so enraged." However Cardin wasn't having any of it. "So she is the one who made my flunking student into a surprising exemplar."

"So why tease her like that." Anger still present in Cardin's tone.

"Mr. Winchester were you not a pain in the keester to some of the students, most prominently faunus students? I'm curious what has changed your attitude."

"I just sorta wanted to is all...I don't really know." Cardin answered but kept his guard high.

In a rare moment where only few witness this miracle event Peter Port opened his eyes. Port's green eyes stared into Cardin's eyes. Cardin felt exposed and oddly terrified. Soon Port just laughed again.

Port walked towards Cardin and placed his hands still filled with grocery on the youth's shoulder. He leaned over and lowly spoke, "While I dislike the strong bullying the weak, I can't say that I hate a man willing to better himself for his lady 'friend'. Do your best not to lose her." Cardin head nodded in shocked approval.

Suddenly Velvet came back running back to the group.

"P-please Professor P-Port stop bullying Cardin!" Velvet came back for round two though the flush of red haven't left her cheek. Today was such a wonderful day for the professor as he let out another jovial laugh.

"A girl who isn't afraid to bare her fangs. Miss Valentine as a professor I apologize for my behavior and I do encourage you to best help him in his studies." The plump man gave a small bow along with his apology.

Velvet feeling an ounce of triumph humbly accept his apology and seeing Cardin calming down were able to compose themselves back to normal.

"So Teach, why you got a six pack and some chips?" Cardin asked suspiciously. He never knew staff members even left the academy. Cardin just figured they just lived there.

"Ohohoho...Well Mr. Winchester even us adults can enjoy some fun every now and then. Especially when you get older and there aren't many opportunities to enjoy them." He soon repositioned the grocery bags so they would fit comfortably in his palms. "When you get older and get married you'll understand."

Cardin blushed as it felt the statement was meant for him. Velvet blushed as well as Port's words made her thoughts race madly. Both were stunned silence but neither wanted to move from each others company. Velvet once again made an attempt to hold Cardin's sleeve with succession. The professor left them to enjoy each others company as he headed straight back for Beacon.

Beacon's auditorium was a spectacular display of modern architectural designs while adding an influence of the Vale's past arrangements that complimented Beacon's obelisk-castle theme. The auditorium was an external building walking distance from the actual main campus. It housed not only the indoor combat arena but outside the facility it had an outdoor track and field.

Inside the auditorium in the center of the battle arena was a large wooden table. The table was custom made, instead of having the traditional 4 sides there were 8. The edges of table were a few inches and elevated creating an octagonal depression in the middle. Within the elevated edges were various slots and a cup holder. The middle was covered in a maroon Teflon-coated fabric with the Beacon's insignia embedded in the middle. Essentially it was a poker table but, for the players it was a battlefield of the highest degree.

The one who arrived first and planned the whole event was no other then the upstanding role-model, Glynda Goodwitch, who her poker buddies refer her as that 'cunning bitch'. She sat at the side of the table where her back was facing the very back of the auditorium wall. To her mind the reasoning she chose that spot was because it made her feel superior and her opponents knew it.

The second and third who came were no other then Professor Port and Oobleck who came together. Port in hand has his groceries from earlier and Oobleck carried him a conviction of winning the poker game today. Glynda was happy that Port was kind enough to bring substance to the group and was disappointed at Oobleck that he should know better to challenge the Queen of Cards on her own game.

Later the other members came and took their seats. The Chief of Police, Barton, after his rounds finally arrived quietly and early to boot. Madison, Head Chef and Professor for nutrition and culinary, arrived after she finished preparing tomorrow's menu. Ricardo, Beacon's finest gardener, arrived after recovering from his hung-over and seeing Port brought more just let a small cheer as he felt obligated to drink. The last member was still absent.

"Where's Ozpin? He's coming late as usual?" Oobleck said anticipating for the cards to be dealt.

Glynda adjusted her glasses, " Of course but, we'll be starting soon. Unless you want Ozpin to have equal amount of chips as you guys." The rest of the people quickly shake their heads at the notion and demanded to play now.

"Alright you know the drill 50 Lien minimum buy in. You can buy in twice after you've lost your chips but, I do advise just to quit after the first one." Glynda looked at Oobleck making her last statement obviously known who was it meant for. "Dealer is rotated after every hand."

Skillfully Glynda shuffled the deck and started passing them out to her potential victims. She gave a small hidden smile and let them slowly but, surely give her their money.

As expected Oobleck started off aggressive,betting every hand despite if it was good or not . A typical tactic for the worried and weak observed Glynda. She was never worried about Oobleck. However there were others. Port played conservatively as he never really wants to win the whole ordeal but, enjoy the poker game as a socializing event. His reserved tactics has made him won the pot every now and then that angers Glynda to no end. Madison had an annoying style. Whoever had the most chips, Glynda mostly, she would copy her actions. If the chip leader folds, she folds, if the leader goes all in, she goes all in. In theory it should be ineffectual but, luck has graced her far too many times then Glynda would hope. The gardener was worst then conservative but, lazy. His chips would only dwindle when he had to pay for the big or small blinds. Ricardo's ulterior motive was just to talk gossip and enjoy the occasional booze. Barton just played normally, betting and folding every now and then which made pointing out a weakness difficult for Glynda. Then there was the matter of Ozpin...

An absent opponent is a negligible one Glynda thought. She needed to have a good sizable amount of chips for her to go against the missing threat. However her colleagues are proving themselves more capable then last poker game. With the exception of Oobleck who was sweating bullets as he was staring at a jack and a 2 of diamonds, neither of the two were the same suit. The flop was 2 queens and an eight of spades. To decent players most would fold for their chances of winning would be low. Oobleck was no decent player but, a horrible one who has yet to learn his mistake. Everyone but Madison and Glynda folded. Neither had a good hand to start with.

"So it's just the men this time." Barton said taking another drink of his beer.

"Oobleck are you sure you don't want to sit this one out?" Port teased. He played with his chips, letting one chip stack on top of the other giving a distinct clattering sound.

"Come come now, I hope you guys have a good hand to be betting chips against me." Oobleck defended. "Who knows, I might win..." He gave a mischievous smile making any aggressors defensive.

"I need another drink." Ricardo gave a soft burp giving the ladies a disgusted look towards the buzzed gardener.

In the end it was Port who won the hand with a three-of-a-kind queen hand. Everyone else had a weaker pair, and Oobleck had nothing to begin with.

"Thank you men for paying my wife's anniversary gift." Port said happily taking the recently acquired chips and piling with his own. "Ricardo beer me."

Ricardo grabbing into the ice chest dug around only to leave out empty handed. "Sorry boss we all out."

They all looked at Ricardo who had 5 cans at his feet.

"And sadly I'm not even feeling it." Ricardo slurring a few words.

"Hohoho...well it's fine. The missus wouldn't want me to come home reeking of alcohol." Port cordially said.

The sound of the auditorium door closing alerted the poker players. Emerging from the darkness stepping into the light was no other then the headmaster himself.

"Sup Boss." Ricardo gave a one handed wave and a stupid grin.

"Evening everyone and Ricardo it's nice seeing you away from the gardens." Ozpin said greeting his employees, long-time comrades, and friends. Barton gave a simple salute and Madison meekly smiled hiding her rosy cheeks. Glynda looking at the chef's face only gave a small reaction of disdain.

"You're late." Glynda said scolding her employer.

"Again my apologies, had to take care of some business before coming here."

"Right right we get it, Oobleck you're dealer, deal us." Glynda said snapping her fingers.

Slightly defeated and no ounce of will power to defy Glynda, Oobleck with his uncanny speed dealt all the cards in a blink of the eye. Even Glynda was constantly impressed whenever Oobleck dealt cards. Probably his only redeeming trait on the poker table.

"Alright lets get started."

With Ozpin's arrival it was as Glynda speculated. An utter domination of Ozpin winning most if not every hand. She had the experience, cunning, and the willingness to take risks but, all proved naught in front of Ozpin who always called her bluff. Steadily over time his chip stacks were as high as Glynda and Barton. Oobleck even knew to played defensively as he considered Ozpin the biggest threat of the game which greatly insulted Glynda for what made her? They were thankful that Ozpin was constantly late or even not able to come at all giving others the opportunities to win.

"It seems I won again." Ozpin showing a pair of 2 twos completing the 4-of-a-kind with the other two on the table. Everyone groaned especially Oobleck who though he had it in the bag with his pair of aces. In his mind he quietly sobbed.

"He does it again." Barton sliding his chips to Ozpin.

"Yeah." Glynda said acidly. 'How does he do it!'

The game was interrupted with Port's scroll ringing. He clumsily patted his jacket for the source of the noise. Finding his old model scroll he answered.

"Hey honey...yeah yeah I'm actually going to be leaving now." Port said. "I love you too hun."

"You leaving so soon Peter?" Barton said.

"Oh you know me, the missus doesn't want me to stay up all night long with bad company." He gave mischievous smile. Port soon gathered his things and was even kind enough to throw the trash.

"Tell the wife I said hi," Ozpin said waving his old comrade goodbye. "and drive safe."

After Port left it was once again silent only for Madison to break it.

"To think he was the gruesome hunter that slayed a nest of death-stalkers single handily. Now he's a teacher and a father."

"Marriage changes people." Glynda said her eyes only gazing at Ozpin for a second, not with maliciousness as usual but disappointment. Ozpin knowing Glynda's word said nothing.

"How about we call this hand the last game?" Barton suggested. "I got to head out as well."

Everyone agreed and Oobleck dealt the cards again. As usual the cards came to the players before they even blinked.

They all placed their bet. In the end of the match it was surprisingly Oobleck who won the final hand. However it made no difference as Ozpin was still the chip leader and ultimately the winner of all the lien. Oobleck did consider it a victory nonetheless.

"Welp that was uneventful, enjoy my money jerks." Barton said giving one final salute before departing.

"I'll see you guys, enjoy the weekend." Madison politely waved off and gave one last look to Ozpin with a heavenly sigh before leaving. Glynda rolled her eyes.

Oobleck overjoyed with winning against Ozpin just smiled and zoomed out of the auditorium.

All there was left was Glynda, Ozpin, and Ricardo who was trying not to fall asleep.

Glynda let a brief cough to waken up the tired gardener in which he abruptly propped himself up. The auditorium fell silent. Glynda, Ozpin, and Ricardo soon put on a serious expression.

"So did you find out who it was?" Glynda spoke professionally. "The cause of the disturbance in the Emerald Forest."

"I did an investigation and I confirmed it was one of your students, the Jaune guy." Ricardo said stiffening a yawn.

"Are you sure?" Ozpin said.

Ricardo recalled the memory...

Emerald Forest: Beacon Team Initiation day.

Before the students arrived the Professor Glynda and Ozpin were on top of the edge of the cliff overlooking the forest. Glynda's scroll went off.

"You completed the task?"

"Yeah the relics are in place." Ricardo gave a small huff of exhaustion.

"Are you okay?" Ozpin said with concern..

"Huff...yeah...huff...I just had to outrun a pack of beawulves but, I should be fine. I found a good vantage point." Ricardo placed an ammunition clip on his trusty rifle and tested the sights. This was his favorite part of the job. Aside from making sure the school garden was taken care of he was also the guardian of the Emerald Forest. Thanks to his high aura perception ability he can detect the grimm's lack of aura and pinpoint their location in an environment choking with aura. A rare ability that he and a few others have.

"Remember not to take out all the grimm, just thin it out for the students to manage. Also there's a flock of Nevermores migrating south from here. I want you to-" Glynda was cut of with the sounds of 6 shots through the scroll.

"Done."

Glynda making sure checked the scroll monitor and saw there was one left. "There's still one in the sky."

"Can't make it too easy. Left one for them to deal with."

Glynda looked at Ozpin for his approval and he nodded.

"Alright the students are coming. Make sure you do your job properly and protect the students."

"Aye aye mam."

She let out a sigh and wondered how Ozpin can trust such a man.

Watching the student's land was small amusement for Ricardo especially those who didn't exactly had a "landing" strategy.

His current favorite was a scrawny blonde excuse of a hunter who not only flew in the air like a ragged doll but was javelin through the hood mid air to a tree. He decided to keep a close eye on him as he felt that was the kind of individual that encounters danger frequently.

An hour or so later he was waiting for the last batch of partners coming out of the forest to collect the relics.

"Now where oh where is that damn death-stalker."

Suddenly a flash of white pierced his eyes. The bright light stung his eyes and he gave a small scream. Within seconds his scroll next to him turned on with Ozpin on the screen.

"What just happened? I felt a strong surge of aura emitting in the forest and then suddenly disappearing." Ozpin said.

"Damn hold up hold up my eyes are still trying to adjust." Ricardo trying to recover from the experience and he quickly scouted with a binocular for the source of disturbance. "Let's see, the source of light was a few clicks out east of my location...well I'll be damn."

"Upon further investigation I concluded it was that scrawny kid." Ricardo finishing his report.

"Are you sure it wasn't Miss Nikos? She is a strong candidate for best huntress this year." Glynda doubting the gardener's word.

"Yeah I thought that too so I've investigated both. I did find out she was the one who unlocked his aura but, It is most definitely this Jaune fellow." Ricardo defending his abilities. "Even though the other student's can't sense it because they aren't as attuned to aura perception as me and Ozpin but, I still get cold sweats whenever I'm near Jaune."

Glynda was still in disbelief but Ozpin would interject before any more questions were thrown out.

"Glynda I trust your ability to help Jaune nourish and tame his abilities as he can prove vital against the grimm."

She couldn't argue or even decline. Once Ozpin set his mind nothing would change it. Glynda just nodded and soon started formulating various training regiments for Mr. Ark.

"Well let's be going now. It's getting late." Ozpin said. All parties agreed and stood up from their seats with the exception of Ricardo who struggled a bit.

"Hehe...Would one of you guys be kind enough to give me a lift back home?" Ricardo sheepishly ask with an innocent grin.

Glynda sighed and offered.

Back at Port's house, Peter finally arrived back from the poker, tiredly he entered his bedroom to find his beautiful wife sitting up on the bed reading a book.

"You didn't had to wait for me."

"A good wife waits for his tardy husband." She said putting down her book.

Peter can only smile to be thankful to the heavens to be blessed with a loving wife.

"So how was everyone?"

"Oh the usual, Oobleck losing money as fast as his speed, and Madison ogling Ozpin."

"That man needs to settle down."

"Which one?"

"Both." They both gave a light chuckled. Peter finally dressed in his sleep attire, climbed into bed, and gave his wife a peck in the cheek.

"Speaking of which I met some of my students going out on a date." Peter remembered he knew his wife loved student gossips.

"Oooo the one red hair that's sexually repressed for the blonde boy?" She said eyes widened with anticipation. Peter just laughed.

"No no it was another pair of students. A surprising one. They reminded me of ourselves back when we were younger."

"How so?"

"Oh you know...the bully (you) happen to get the victim (me) fall in love with each other."

"Oh I'm the bully. I don't remember that~" The wife said hugging Peter.

"I do." Peter smirked.

Peter continued to talk the rest of the night before both peacefully sleeping in each others arms.

Meanwhile...

Jaune was slowly trying to process what was happening. In the darkness of his dorm room did he wake up to find neither Nora or Ren but rather a shocking surprise. Laying down on his bed was a beautiful girl on his side. She was snugging tightly to his chest while his arm was under her head. Her scarlet red hair was loosely undone as he felt its soft touch with his hands. Even more she was wearing one of his t-shirt and was blushing to see that the chest area seemed too tight for her to wear. Too afraid to do anything he let the moment to continue on. However many questions raced through his mind as to think what led to this extraordinary development.

"What did I do last night?" Was all Jaune could mutter to himself.

Next Chapter: Jaune & Pyrrha