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" You did WHAT?" Weiss screamed at her scroll, which displayed a message from Blake on its unblemished surface.
"Stabbed Yang. Removed symptoms. Any theories?"
She stood shaking in anger and shock, eyes glued to the screen as she read and re-read the message. Was she insane? Now, on many occasions Weiss had wanted to put a large, pointy object through the blonde's skull, but she never ever dreamed of actually following through. And now Blake, Blake, stabs her partner? Her girlfriend? New theory. Pyromania is contagious. Manifests as lunacy. She furiously typed a message back, sloppily pressing buttons that resulted in an awful mismatch of spellings, only irritating her further. She was a professor for Dust's sake, she knew how to spell 'imbecilic'.
Calming down slightly after unleashing her textual tirade, Weiss thudded back into her chair and looked at her table. She had knocked her coffee over when she stood, and now her breakfast, newspaper, and the front of her shirt were all covered with the brown liquid. She dragged her hand across her face in annoyance and embarrassment. Accepting defeat at the hands of fate and physics, she resigned herself to having to change her outfit.
She dressed herself while her mind was distracted by Blake's message. Removed symptoms. Why had being injured affected the fury? Something to bring up in class, and to send along to the researchers at the Schnee Dust Company.
She left her house wearing her backup teaching attire. Her long white hair was in a neat, centered ponytail that hung down to caress her neck just above the collar of a shining white dress shirt, stiffly starched so it hung absolutely perfectly. Over that she wore a dark red sweater vest with a white snowflake centered on the back. A black business skirt covered her legs down to her knees, with white tights underneath that ended in tall-heeled white shoes. Reflective ebony earrings dangled from her ears, jingling softly as she walked.
Placing her briefcase full of notes in the car, along with her sword, she closed the door and pulled out her scroll, typing an invitation to her faunus friend.
"Why don't you come to my office after my classes today? We could talk about it."
The scowl on her face frightened a small group of students as she walked down the hallways, her heels clacking along the linoleum. "Out of my way." she commanded as she stomped through the group of children. "Please." she growled back over her shoulder, obviously an afterthought.
Between having to change her clothes after foolishly spilling coffee all over herself, and the incredibly odd amount of traffic on her way to school this morning, she had managed to arrive late to class. She had never been late to anything, and took extra steps to insure that she was always early to her class. She was livid.
She grabbed the handles of the double doors that lead to her classroom, unintentionally extending a branch of her aura into her arms, and threw the doors open with such force that they rebounded off the walls and nearly closed again. The room was silent as the grave, all eyes upon the turbulent and foul-tempered woman currently clomping down the steps to the large desk at the front of the room. Only the Ice Queen could clomp in heels.
"Good morning class, today we will be continuing our discussion of Pyromania, specifically the Xiao Long case." She set her briefcase down beside her chair, and reached into the desk drawer to retrieve her chalk. Her hand met nothing but faux wood and dust. Her entire mood was thrown off by this disturbance in routine. "That's odd..." She said curiously. "Has anyone seen my chalk?"
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw row upon row of students silently giggling, hands held over mouths to cover devilish grins. She knew at once that her chalk had been stolen by one of her students. And the most likely candidate was...
"Mister. Crown." Dangerous blue eyes matched a murderous tone of voice as she rotated glacially on her heel. "You shall return my chalk forthwith, or face expulsion. Or worse." Her hand stretched out toward the staring student, palm up, fingers making a grabbing motion.
Crown scratched nervously at his neck, sweat starting to form on his forehead. "But, uhm, M-Ms. Schnee, I... uh, I don't have your chalk." He said, clawing anxiously at his collar. Sniggers and barely contained laughter spread around the sizable classroom. Weiss turned back to her desk, slowly removing Myrtenaster from behind the rack of drawers.
"Run! Crown, run!" a voice said from behind her, Weiss recognizing it as Ms. Blackhawk. She turned and fired a blue missile at Crown's former seat, creating a mound of ice that reached several feet into the air. The double doors were open, the shadow of Crown's foot disappearing around the corner. Weiss summoned a glyph underneath her feet, and slowly started to float up the staircase, intent to retrieve her chalk by force, but paused in mid-air when a familiar form blocked the doorway.
"I'm pretty sure it's against the rules to kill your students, Weiss." Blake's smooth voice echoed around the room. Weiss' glyph dissipated and she dropped to the floor, sheathing the rapier at her hip.
"Class dismissed!" She screamed, turning and stalking back to her desk. The room reverberated with the sounds of shuffling and scraping as her students fought each other to escape. Remembering something important, she called back, "Extra credit! See me in my office!" but the majority of her students had left, and those who remained were unlikely to come.
"I hope you know you're too early." Weiss said agitatedly to her companion. She and Blake were seated in the school cafeteria, surrounded by students eating their lunches. The faunus across from her was dressed in black leather from head to toe, with tall black boots with golden buckles and a black cloak with a long red stripe. Weiss was slowly eating a pint of blueberry yogurt, with an apple next on the menu.
Blake smiled. "I think I was just in time. What were you going to do to that poor student if you'd caught him?" Weiss thought about it, but rolled her eyes and motioned for Blake to continue. "Anyway, you invited me to talk, so here I am."
Swallowing her latest gulp of yogurt, Weiss made a noise of 'oh yes!' and asked, "Yes! Tell me... what happened with Yang?" She suddenly glared at the black-haired girl across from her. "Why in the world did you stab her!"
The expression on Blake's face fell, transforming into a worried far-off look that Weiss had seen too many times before. "I didn't mean to. She attacked me, while in her condition..."
"I mean, I doubt she'd attack you out of her condition..." The heiress muttered facetiously.
"Don't interrupt. I did it without thinking, I guess. Luckily it wasn't bad, and she recovered in my apartment."
"You took her back to your apartment! Are you crazy? What if she... you know?"
Blake looked at the heiress-turned-professor with a sad glance. "She did."
Weiss straightened and put down her spoon. "Where is she now?" Yang Xiao Long, loose in Vale, where there were an untold amount of possible victims. She could come to Beacon, intent on attacking Weiss, or Pyrrha. She could go to that one restaurant where she and Ruby had that fight. She could start looking for the witch.
Wait, no one from the old group knew about that. Just Weiss.
"She left for Atlas. I found it written in her blood on my kitchen floor." Blake put her hands on the table, pushing herself up out of the seat. "I should probably go. Try and catch her when she gets there."
Weiss stood also, dusting off her skirt. "I'll come with you. You could probably use the help. I'll get a substitute, and contact the SDC to let them-"
Wrapping the cloak around her shoulders, Blake shook her head. "No, you should stay here Weiss. No one knows Dust like you do, your students need you. And if you came, and got hurt..." Doubt and fear mixed together in her eyes.
Walking forward and hugging her friend close, Weiss whispered to her classmate. "Be careful, Blake. And don't worry, together we'll solve this, and you'll get your Yang back."
She waved goodbye as the cloaked huntress walked out of the cafeteria, sighing deeply. She returned to her seat and picked up her spoon, conscious of the wide ring of empty tables around her. Nobody wanted to be anywhere near the Ice Queen.
'Hadn't you heard that she attacked a student?'
'She can freeze you with just her eyes.'
'Professor Schnee is just so cold.'
Cold.
Cold, just like everyone had always assumed she was. Earlier in her life, she'd embraced the demeanor of the Ice Queen, keeping potential opponents or invasive suitors from getting too close. But that had been a lonely life, empty of warmth and friendship. When she'd gone to Beacon, met her partner and friends, and was no longer alone, she'd thought she had become a warmer, more approachable person.
Evidently, her heart of ice had not been melted by affection and laughter, because now, as an adult, she was once again avoided and regarded as cold. Maybe the reason Blake wouldn't accept her help was because she didn't want Weiss' help. Maybe Weiss was destined to be alone, forced to watch from a far distance as her friends moved on without her, leaving her to suffocate in the icy prison of her life.
Cold. Alone.
"It's pretty cold over here, Professor." a voice interrupted her thoughts. Weiss shook her head and looked at the source, hoping her approaching tears were invisible.
Her surprise instantly replaced by animosity, she returned to her yogurt. "I hadn't noticed, mister Crown. What do you want?"
He shifted uncomfortably in the seat, his uniform twisting and wrinkling as he reached into his backpack. "Two things please, Professor." She nodded, not really intent on paying attention. "First, I brought you some chalk." She glared at him, and curled one hand into an accusatory finger. The words 'I knew it was you!' were nearly out of her mouth when he continued. "I don't know who took yours, but since you didn't have any, I thought I'd get you some."
Her finger curled back into the fist, which she then rested her chin on. "Thank you, mister Crown."
"Secondly, I was hoping you were still doing the extra credit for helping you with the Xiao Long case."
She looked at him, surprised. The first student to brave the frozen arctic of Professor Schnee's personal space. Her absolute and undeniably least favorite student. Would she really subject herself to the suffering that was bound to come with working overtime with this student?
Her mouth opened to deliver a scathingly negative reply, but she caught the hopeful and genuine look in his eyes, and reconsidered. She heaved a long, drawn out sigh. "Very well. Saturdays, two thirty, in the classroom."
The first drips of melting water were dribbling from her frozen heart.
Cold.
But not alone.
Not anymore.
Author's Notes: Hopefully, no one thinks that Weiss and Crown are going to end up together. They're not. Nipping that in the bud.
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