There was a feast after the ceremony in which the new teams were allowed to mingle, getting to know one another while their stuff was taken to their dorms. The food was spectacular, more filling than anything Daisy was used to. The benches were cramped against the tables, and they were hard and uncomfortable. Still, Daisy would not have changed a thing about it.

It didn't seem entirely possible to cram three full teams at one table. Raina, a tall girl with black hair, completely buzzed expect for a tuft of bangs, somehow managed to push two tables side-by-side, making ample room for everyone. They all sat, the tallest at the ends.

"There's no way," Nettle joked. "You can't do it!"

"Watch me!" Daisy shot back. With a running start, Daisy took a flying leap. Her attempt to vault the wooden bench ended in failure though, as instead of making it into the seat, Daisy simply face-planted into the table.

"No, I think you're right," Diesel said while everybody laughed. "That ended perfectly. So smooth."

Daisy's only reply was to throw her water at him.

All in all, it was a pretty good night. Everyone had a fun time, swapping stories and reliving their experiences during initiation. The newly formed Team STAR seemed to have had just as much fun during their time in the forest as Daisy and her new friends had. As Raina loudly recalled their events in gripping detail, Daisy reacted along with everyone else, gasping at all the right moments. Nettle even squealed at one point.

The only one who didn't seem to be as into it as everyone else was Yeong, Daisy noticed. He laughed along with everyone else, but it never quite reached his eyes.

After dinner they went back to their dorm, somewhere called Easton Hall. Team STAR had the same building, but were located two floors down. ONCS was in another dorm building called Beacon West. It was farther away from the scholarly buildings, but closer to the mess hall.

Daisy was hoping to talk to him there, but it became apparent upon entering the dorm that this wasn't going to happen. First off, everyone on their team was sharing this dorm, which meant that Mallory and Diesel were going to be there. The second part was that they were sharing a dorm with just enough room for their beds. There was barely any room to walk, let alone put their stuff.

The room was not quite a square, the length being a little longer than the depth. Four beds were crammed into the space, with not even a foot of space between one bed and the next. Against each side wall was a single desk, presumably for people to share, and next to each desk was a door. Their stuff had been piled against the front walls, left for them to decide where to put it and what to do with it.

It was a moment before any of them so much as twitched. Instead they gaped into their room for an unnecessary amount of time. They were exhausted from their initiation, grimy from their day in the woods, and sleepy from the feast. It was apparent that despite all of this, despite the late hour, their day still wasn't down.

"Okay," Mallory said slowly. "What should we do first."

"Let's pick beds," Yeong decided, then abruptly glanced between his teammates. "I mean if that's okay with you guys…"

But Mallory wasn't listening. "Girls get this side!" she said, grabbing Daisy's arm and jerking her towards the closest beds. Daisy glanced back to see her brother looked stunned while Diesel was simply shrugging.

"But," she protested, then stopped.

Mallory turned to face her, concerned. "What is it?"

Daisy hesitated. She and Yeong had shared a room since she was a little kid. It felt weird and exclusive to choose a side simply for the girls. Then again, Mallory had not said anything about having siblings. As far as Daisy knew, she didn't have any at all. She was probably not used to sharing a room with someone of the opposite sex. While Daisy was totally comfortable with it, as most everyone who had grown up in a similar situation to hers would be, Mallory probably wasn't.

"Nothing."

…

It was early morning by the time they were finally finished unpacking. Yeong had their schedule, and they all groaned when they found out they had class starting bright and early. Okay 9am wasn't actually that early, but to Yeong and Daisy, who were 3 hours ahead of their usual schedule, it felt pretty early.

Mallory had insisted on rearranging the room to create more space. They had pushed the desk against the front wall, setting the beds in the corners. Mallory slept facing the window while Daisy curled up against the wall. They had found in Diesel's back a blackout curtain, which they hung against the window, much to his relief. Apparently there were entire months in the far north were no sunlight got through. He didn't like the constant light. Mallory pointed out that on the other months of the year the sun never set in the north, but Diesel strangely didn't hear this logic.

They hung a sheet up between the two halves of the room, which in Daisy's mind was going a bit far, but once again Mallory insisted. She said it gave them more privacy. Daisy wanted to explain to her that Yeong, being Daisy's brother, wouldn't be intruding on their privacy, but then thought better of it. Yeong might be Daisy's twin, but he certainly was not related to Mallory, and once again Daisy had to remind herself her Mistralean partner probably hadn't ever shared a coed room before.

It turned out the doors in the bedrooms were closets. Mallory proceeded to hang up all of her clothes, even though they were drawing close to 3 o'clock in the morning. There were two bathrooms per floor, the closest one being across the hall. Yeong and Diesel went off to shower while Daisy helped Mallory set up her posters. They were up until nearly 4 in the morning.

Because of their exhausting day previous and their subsequently long night, they almost slept through their first class. Usually, a Huntsmen in training took classes depending on what they wanted to do, and where they wanted to base out of. But because they were freshman, each team was assigned classes together, as they would take these "basic" courses until at least their third year.

The entire day Yeong seemed off, not nearly as spritely as usual. It wasn't until they got to combat class that Daisy realized the depth of it.

They were assigned lockers for the weapons. This made Daisy really uncomfortable. She hardly went anywhere without Akita-Ilma strung over her shoulder. Putting it in a locker with mobile capabilities didn't sit well with her.

After getting their assigned locker, they went straight at it. They were paired off for combat, just trying to land hits. Daisy was partnered with Signe while Mallory was handed off to a tall blonde-haired girl a little too eager for the fight. Far off, Diesel was facing his own cousin, both looking rather smug, and finally Yeong was facing off Song.

"This is my weapon," she said, holding it up. "I call it Mahima."

Daisy remembered her firing it at the Ursa during initiation, although she hadn't gotten a good look at it. It was a slingshot, obviously hand carved. It was deceptively simplistic. Any Huntsmen would scoff at such a thing being used in combat, but Daisy remembered its firepower.

"These are my shots," she said, tugging at her hip pouch. Inside were glowing marbles in a variety of colors and sizes. Signe carefully lifted a red one between her first two fingers, holding it up for Daisy to get a better look.

"Is that dust?" Daisy asked, examining it carefully.

"Unrefined and crystallized," Signe admitted proudly. "I have to carve them myself."

"Wow," Daisy breathed, remembering the extreme firepower that even one small part of unrefined crystallized dust could hold. Suddenly she was infinitely glad they were only doing to hand-to-hand today…

Daisy's weapon was a close-quarters combat weapon. She had never been exceptional at either hand-to-hand or long-range, but she'd felt in her heart that close-quarters was the way to go. There was simply more damage that could be done that way, plus she liked the physical activity of it. It was where her passion lie.

Now she'd faced enemies close-range before, but never one quite like this. Signe had a long-range weapon, but couldn't use it on live opponents in situations such as these. That meant that most of her life had been spent on close-quarters combat sessions, such as this one. While Daisy easily outmatched her, as Daisy consistently and only ever fought close-quarters, Signe was quite the opponent nonetheless.

It was after the second round. Signe got in a good hit. She smiled. Daisy dodged her next hit, then parried the third, twisting Signe's arm so she could get leverage. Undeterred, Signe moved with her, twirling as if it were nothing more than a dance. Daisy smiled as her new friend broke free, her wolf ear twitching and a smirk crossing her face.

At that moment, they heard a sickening crunch, both snapping their heads around to find the source. Yeong was on the ground, rubbing his tailbone from where Song had managed to throw him into the ground.

Everyone had stopped now, looking over to watch him pull himself to his feet. Daisy was not worried about his tailbone. Sometimes, if you were unprepared, you could get injured in training. It would heal very quickly, probably was already mending itself. No, it was the look on his face when he realized everyone was looking at him that concerned her. A smidgen of panic followed by deep gloom morphed his features in a way she did not like.

Professor Goodwitch called the match then, telling everyone to pack up and be on their way. It was a little early, but Daisy had the feeling that it was a one-time treat, not to be confused for her real attitude towards "slacking".

Yeong was out the door faster than anyone else.

"Lunchtime!" Signe chirped merrily. "Are you coming? Daisy?" she added when Daisy did not answer.

"Right," Daisy murmured, hardly paying attention. "I'll- I'm coming, just- go one without me, okay?"

She didn't wait for a response before hightailing it out the door in search of her brother.

Yeong was in the first room she looked for him in. He sat a desk, staring out the window with that strange look on his face. Daisy knew that look. It was the look stress, pressure, and fear.

"Yeong," she asked, putting her hand on his shoulder, connecting them physically in that way she knew would calm him down. "What's wrong?"

He hesitated, looking anywhere but her, she realized. It was part of his routine whenever he didn't want to tell her something. "You should be our leader, Daisy. Not me," he said at last.

Daisy stopped, looking at him. An understanding blossomed in her chest. Suddenly all of his odd behavior made sense. Yeong was scared of his new position, was ashamed of himself because he honestly believed this. How could she have missed that? Of course he was nervous and scared of being the leader! It was so Yeong.

"No Yeong," she said, firming her grip on his shoulder and shaking gently. "Professor Ozpin chose you, not me. There's gotta be a reason for that."

He jumped down, looking at her slightly hysterical. "You're the confident one between the two of us, not me! You're the one with the awesome semblance that can take out giant monsters, not me! You're the one with the stronger aura, not me."

"But Yeong, that doesn't mean anything," she answered. "Out there, in the field, you were the one with the plan. It was your idea that took out the Grimm. Compared to that, I'm just firepower."

"A leader should be able to fight his own battles," Yeong argued vehemently.

"A leader should be able to inspire his teammates," Daisy insisted.

"I don't inspire anyone," Yeong muttered, looking away.

A new voice from the doorway spoke, "That's not true." They turned. There, leaning against the door frame on opposite sides, were Mallory and Diesel. When they effectively had Yeong and Daisy's attention, both new teammates peeled themselves from the wall to approach. It was Mallory who had spoken, her green eyes reassuring.

"Maybe not the 'poster with a deep quote on it' type inspirational," Mallory continued, smiling reassuringly. "But in that I have every confidence in you as my leader."

"Besides," Diesel added thoughtfully. "You don't have to tell us what to do all the time. Just help us think dynamically, as a team. Your experiences with your twin will definitely help with that."

"Yeah," Daisy said enthusiastically. "You've always kept me in line!"

Yeong stared at the three of them, side-by-side, practically touching, all three beaming at him, encouraging him. Daisy could see when his resolve solidified. He nodded stiffly, looking from one to the next: sister, teammate, partner.

"I will do everything I can to lead you right," he promised steadily. Daisy smiled broadly, feeling his conviction in his every word.

"We know," Diesel responded, then continued after only the briefest pause. "But can we go get lunch now? I'm starving."

Daisy couldn't help but notice Yeong laughing with the rest of them.