A/N: Boo! I'm the ghost of Christmas past, bearing gifts for all the good people of this earth! Until Christmas, I shall upload a new chapter every day. Then I'm taking a hiatus for a good portion of the break to work on some other writing pieces. Please do enjoy, and I love reading feedback good or bad so drop me some of that if you have any. Thanks!

Yang

Today's finally the day. After all of Weiss and my hard work, all the fights (some physical), and all the pages of that stupid white binder, we did it; Blake agreed to go to the dance with Ruby.

At least that's what I assumed happened when Ruby ran into the bathroom and immediately began to throw up. Also Weiss told me that Blake left to see my sister. That may have tipped me off to it.

Between retches, Ruby attempted to explain that Blake made her a smoothie with old milk, but didn't have the heart to explain that it was essentially poison.

That sounded like something my sister would do.

Anyway, I stand, waiting by the door with my clipboard just like I did last year. A wave of students and their dates flood into the room, unaware of the awesomeness that Weiss and I have planned for them.

"How are we doing on space?" Weiss asks like, appearing beside me like a ghost.

"Good," I respond simply trying to tally the people that I know on the list, while simultaneously registering their dates.

"And our special couple?"

"They're not here yet, but my baby sister sent me a message - they should be here soon."

My white haired colleague nods and places her hand on my shoulder, "Don't forget, brute. We have to perform our gimmick every fifteen minutes or so."

I look down at her and smile. I haven't forgotten. It's then that I notice her dress. Like last year, our outfits are very similar. Both are white, but unlike hers with its loose shoulders and closed back, mine is tight, and nearly covers my entire body, save for the burning heart shape cut out over my cleavage and the v that's cut all the way down to my lower back. I'm also wearing my oldest, most worn high top sneakers with my emblem freshly burned into the side. The burning heart was Nora's idea, but I'm not complaining; I know what I have and I'm proud of it,

"Why wait, snowflake? Let's start now!" I lead her to the corner that Blake sequestered, to use her word, and make two fists, pressing them together. I didn't bring Ember Celica; wouldn't want to ruin one of my only two formal dresses.

"Ready?" Weiss asks, opening her palm towards me and presenting a spinning white glyph.

I nod and leap into the air, twirling once for effect - everyone's watching since the dance hasn't really started yet - and come down fist first, channeling my aura into a point. As I impact the ice, I feel the satisfying rush of cool air that signals the physical change of ice to steam.

When the initial cloud clears and settles into a thin layer of smoke on the ground, I smirk at Weiss.

"If anyone's shoes have wrinkles, at least the steam'll take care of them."

"I suppose you're right. Now don't you have a job to do? I'll switch off in about an hour," she replies, looking at her scroll which buzzed twice, "Oh! Ruby and Blake should be arriving shortly. We should greet them."

"Well I am manning the door, Weiss. I don't think it's possible for me not to greet them."

"I meant that I should greet them with you bigger dolt."

I ignore Weiss' insult and return a smile, walking back towards my assigned position. By now, there's a line despite the steam making process only taking five minutes or so. Weiss beside me, I check students off of the list until a very familiar cap of reddish black hair appears before me.

"Wow, Rubes, you look so cute!" I gush, resisting the urge to squeeze my sister until she squeals like one of Zwei's toys.

"Yang!" she protests, blushing a little bit.

I love seeing my little sister flustered; it's adorable. Almost as adorable as when she makes a good call as leader or gets really excited. It must just be a big sister thing.

"Good evening, Ruby, Blake. Come in, as you could probably already tell, the dance will be starting shortly," Weiss says, motioning at the dance floor, which couples were starting to tentatively approach.

"Thank you," Blake returned courteously, offering a muted smile.

With that, Ruby and Blake walk to a couple of chairs on the far side of the room, near a window overlooking the courtyard.

"I'm going to go moderate the dance, make sure everything is working out . . ." Her voice trails off.

"You mean you're going to spy on them."

"You can't prove that," she walks away, flipping her hair over her other shoulder.

What a diva.

For the next fifteen minutes, I let everyone into the room, abandoning my previous method and just counting the partygoers. By then the sheet of fog around my ankles begins to thin, letting me know that it's time to make some more.

When I walk to our little area, pushing my way through the people standing on the sideline, I catch Weiss with a very rare genuine smile on her face. It's really weird and makes me a little uncomfortable.

"Uh, who's the lucky guy?" I ask, breaking her out of whatever thoughts are going through her head.

She blushes.

"There isn't one you just caught me off guard."

"Fair enough. Something happened between Ruby and Blake?"

She nods curtly, "Don't jinx it."

"Ok, well let's do this."

I leap into the air, but this time nobody's looking. They're all focused on their partners and those who would've been their partners if they had acted sooner. Jilted love, jilted lust, straight up lust and a generally good time radiates from the dance floor. In other words: a teen party.

With more heat, I come down and replenish the fog much to the enjoyment of the crowd. I'm glad that it's appreciated.

"See you in fifteen minutes," I say and return to my post.

By now, almost everyone has funneled into the room. Jaune and Pyrrha showed up late, more than likely because of Jaune than Pyrrha. She doesn't look unhappy though so good for her. Besides that, nothing else happens.

Another fifteen minutes pass and I walk back to our spot and see Weiss chugging something like her life depended on it.

"Thirsty?" I ask, readying my stance.

"They stopped dancing for a little while and went to the drink table. I needed to participate to not look suspicious. This is my fifth drink and I don't even know what it is. It's delicious though."

She offers me the cup and I take it, sniffing the rim and smile. This punch is spiked with something that I didn't think would be possible to get ahold of. It's supposed to have more than twenty times the amount of caffeine in the Grimm energy drinks that I like.

If I had to guess, I'd think that Cardin was the one who had the stash. Or maybe it was Nora. That girl is made of energy.

Weiss and I get another coat of fog off easily and return to our posts. I don't think She'll be able to be as subtle as she usually thinks she is with that lightning coursing through her veins.

"Miss Xiao Long," Goodwitch greets me, holding Professor Ozpin's arm.

Their relationship may be platonic, but they look great together. Ozpin wears what appears to be his regular clothing, but Goodwitch went all out, with a simple dark red dress that complements her green eyes nicely.

"Professor," I reply, using a professional tone of voice, "you look hot!" The professional tone disappears.

"And you look quite lovely yourself. May we come in?"

"Of course, right this way. The VIP section is on the balcony," I wink, knowing that there isn't one at all, but that it offers a lot of privacy.

"Thank you," Ozpin says, drinking deep from that mug that he seems to always have with him.

As they leave, I realize that another fifteen minutes have passed.

"Yang! Yang! Yang!" Weiss yells, her voice is hushed, but loud.

Yeesh. I think that bowl might've been spiked with a little bit more than just energy drinks.

"Calm down. I'm right here," I put my finger to my lips.

"I was spying - I mean watching Blake and Ruby and something big was happening. You'll never guess who walked in on it. Professor Ozpin and Professor Goodwitch," she answers for me.

"Weiss, are you drunk?"

"What? No! I'm legitimately freaking out. I need to know what's going on."

"Ok how about this: we make the steam and then you take the door. I'll spy on them. I wanna see how my baby sister's doing anyway."

She nods, taking a deep breath and creating the ice sheet as I leap up. Again, a cool layer of fog spreads outwards much to the approval of the crowd. It must be getting really hot in there.

I walk Weiss over to the podium and hand her the clipboard with my scrawl all over it. I figure that I don't need to explain how to do it.

I leave her with her new job, and walk to find my sister when I have an idea.

This might be crazy, but you know what? Like my favorite member of The Achieve Men says:

YOLO