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The rest of the first year's impromptu class tournament passed with little fuss compared to the events of moments ago. Weiss had indeed been forced to forfeit her quarter final match against Nora as her aura had yet to return above the 25% threshold and so she had stormed off to the showers to properly clean the soot from herself. Ruby had also assured Harry that it would come out of Weiss's dress eventually, which made Harry feel better.

The semi-finals had been brilliant. Made up entirely of representatives from RWBY and JNPR, Yang had fought Pyrrha valiantly, giving the so-called invincible girl a proper run for her money. In the end however, the red headed spartan had simply been too much for the brawler. In the other match, Blake had faced Nora. The black-haired girl's semblance had been key in the fight, which ended by virtue of the five-minute clock. Blake had managed to outlast the energetic hammer-wielder, scoring small hits and avoiding taking damage herself. In the end there was a clear difference in Aura levels, although both could still fight.

The final match of the day therefore was Pyrrha vs Blake. Both fighters zipped across the floor, making use of their speed and agility to strike, counter and parry as best they could. Despite her best efforts, it was still to no-one surprise when, four minutes, twenty-one seconds in, Pyrrha had managed to hit Blake with a shield bash, knocking her aura below the 25% threshold. Pyrrha had been declared the winner and, for her prize, the entirety of team JNPR had been made except from homework for the month.

"For everyone else," Goodwitch called over the groans after she announced the winners reward, "I expect a detailed analysis of your fights today. What did you do well, what didn't work, and where do you need to improve? These reports are due end of the week. Dismissed."

The class stood as one and began to weave their way down the stands and made their way towards the lockers and changing rooms. They had lunch now, and so there was little rush to be ready for afternoon classes. As such, many decided to return to their dorms for more private showers or a change of clothes.

"Miss Schnee!" Goodwitch called as she saw the Heiress leaving, "Mr Potter! Please remain behind for a second."

Harry paused, looked at the still disgruntled heiress, who glared back at him, and sat back down. He waited until everyone else had left before heading over to the stern teacher, who was stood by one of the gyms doors. Was he in trouble? Perhaps that stunt with Weiss had been too much? He had always fought like this at Hogwarts, but he had to remind himself that this was a different reality, and he didn't have the luck of Destiny on his side here, perhaps he would need to be a bit more cautious in the future.

"You wanted to see us professor?" Weiss said.

"Yes, I'll make this quick as I know you have places to be. Miss Schnee, you will of course be aware of just what Mr Potter did to your weapon during your fight"

"He exploded all my dust! There was several hundred lien worth in that chamber! He could've damaged my weapon… or me!" The heiress screeched.

"Yeah, uhh… sorry about that. I was just a bit out of my league, it was all I could think of. I'll pay you back for the dust… if I can? I have about fifty lien to my name right now but… one day" Harry said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck and wishing, not for the first time, that his Gringotts vault had somehow been transported with him.

Weiss merely huffed and looked back at Goodwitch.

"That will not be necessary Mr Potter," Goodwitch replied, "I believe Miss Schnee will have little trouble procuring a replacement shipment, besides, this is a combat school. These things are to be expected and accounted for. No, what I wanted to discuss was why it happened."

"I presume it's his semblance."

Harry chuckled involuntarily. Weiss however turned to glare at him, as though he were mocking her response. Quite the opposite in fact, it was a perfectly good and valid assumption. "No, dust just does that when I touch it."

"What!" Weiss took an involuntary step back. "Dust isn't that volatile, you dummy! You must be doing something wrong!"

"Precisely, Miss Schnee," the professor interjected again, "the problem is, I cannot figure out what. Mr Potter has unfortunately made little progress in this regard, and dust continues to react in extreme ways around him. I however, no longer have time to personally tutor him to the level I have been to try and get him in a position to be able to use dust."

Something clicked in Weiss. "Oh no, no no, professor. I have myself to think about, and… and my team. Between studying with them and my own studies, I hardly have time for anything extra. Beside… you said it yourself. He makes dust explode! Surely, he needs to just be kept far, far away from the stuff, and me especially!"

"Miss Schnee, it does not surprise anyone that you are by far the most competent dust user in the class. However, I know that you are busy which is why I am willing to offer every member of Team RWBY 5% extra credit in their dust manipulation class if you will agree to tutor Mr Potter."

"I don't think that necessary professor." Harry protested, "I don't want anyone going to extra trouble for me, I'm sure I'll figure it out eventually and… and if not well, I don't need to use dust anyway… I'll just have to be careful where I go I suppose."

"You cannot avoid dust forever Mr Potter. It is the lifeblood of our society. Huntsmen and Huntresses are founded on our ability to use Aura and Dust. You are only limiting yourself in the long run." Goodwitch spoke with an air of finality.

"Miss Schnee, I know you do not need the credit, but some of your teammates certainly could." Wait a minute was Goodwitch blackmailing the heiress? Weiss, who was adamant in her refusal moments ago now seemed to be caught in two minds. Perhaps another member of RWBY was receiving less than stellar scores in dust class?

"Fine. Two hours a week. May we use one of your workroom's professors? if he's going to explode everything in reach I'd rather he does it in a controlled space." Goodwitch nodded, and Weiss turned to Harry. "Seven o'clock tonight. Do not be late." With that, she stormed off. Harry watching as she left.

"Professor," he asked, "what was that actually about? She obviously doesn't want to spend any time with me, especially after today."

"The headmaster has made it quite clear that you are to be brought up to speed as quickly as possible. I do not know why, and I do not care to know. All I know is that if you are to continue to be a student here, you will have to work as hard or harder than everyone else." Her piece said, the older woman turned, and she too strode pridefully away. Harry watched again as she left.

A thought occurred to him. He needed to see Ozpin.

"Hey Weiss," called Ruby as the heiress joined her team and JNPR at their regular lunch table. "What did Goodwitch want?"

Weiss huffed, setting her tray down with a bit more force than she intended. "She wants me to tutor that new kid Harry on how to use dust, so it doesn't explode."

"What?" asked Ruby. "Isn't dust meant to explode?"

"Not like that you dolt!" Weiss rolled her eyes as she took a small bite of her meal. "Apparently he makes dust explode just by touching it. It's how he did what he did to Myrtenaster."

"That was sooo cool!" Ruby squealed, "you were like 'he-ya!' and he was like 'phaw!' and the n you both were like 'boom!'". She was making animated movements during her very vivid re-enactment of their battle.

"It was pretty cool" Nora joined in from across the table.

"It was reckless and dangerous!" Weiss could feel the heat on her fact from anger. How could they all support that kid's wanton destruction of her dust!

"It was indeed reckless, but nonetheless it was an effective strategy." Blake added from behind her book. Yang nodded next to her.

Weiss looked ready to explode.

"Anyway... he seems nice." Ruby said somewhat awkwardly. Weiss glared at her again. "I… I mean… Pyrrha likes him… so he can't be that bad."

"He is very kind," Pyrrha's word didn't seem to be having the desired effect, as Weiss seemed to get more annoyed if that were possible.

"I'm only doing this because Goodwitch offered the entire team 5% extra credit in dust class. I wouldn't have to even be going if you just studied!" her frustration came full force at Ruby.

"Hey! No fair! Your family literally owns the largest dust company in the world, Blake uses dust in her semblance sometimes and Yang has two more years of schooling than me! Of course I'm behind a bit."

Weiss huffed again and turned to her meal. She had been telling Ruby to study harder for months! Now, she was going to suffer for it. Hopefully, she could get Harry up to scratch in only a few lessons, or at least make it so he didn't blow everything up when he touched it.