RWBY Shorts

Class Dismissed

The sun shone brightly, the wind rustled through the trees, and, unlike a few days ago, the temperature was a nice, cool 70 degrees. A perfect day to be outside on the Beacon academy campus, or wandering through the streets of Vale. Which is why team RWBY was quite vexed that on such a beautiful day, they were still suffering through Professor Port's Grim Studies Class. Not to say that they disliked him; he was actually very knowledgeable about the subject of Grim, and divulged many nuggets of information. Unfortunately, they were often hidden within his long spiels about his numerous improbable exploits. He was currently off on some inane story about using a sword he crafted out of diamonds to slay a horde of monsters, some of which tended to explode. Not that anyone was paying attention.

Team RWBY sat together, like always, are were a bit bored, like always. Blake held up a book she had acquired from the school library, having read through her own impressive collection within the first two weeks. Weiss sat filing her nails, and Yang rested her head of flowing golden locks on her hand, a bored expression on her face. Her sister, the prodigy of Beacon, was doodling on a pad of paper, sketching out a somewhat unflattering image of "Professor Portly".

Looking to her left, the young reaper couldn't help but notice that team JNPR was not doing much better. Nora was already snoring, head resting on the desk. Ren was writing something down in his notebook. Pyrrha was staring at Jaune for some reason, while trying and failing to make it subtle. She did that a lot. Jaune was just starting to fall asleep, yawns escaping his mouth every minute or so. Thankfully, it looked like the professor was just finishing up.

"And so, the villagers thanked me for defeating the horde, and I returned home, my head held high, praised a hero!" He took a bow, but there was no applause. "Well, I believe I've kept you long enough…"

All of the students were suddenly paying close attention. Did this mean…?

"…and so you are all excused…"

Everyone was one the edge of their seats, even those who were asleep. Could it be true?

"…in a few more minutes. First, I would like to recommend any true huntsmen and huntresses among you to purchase my recently published book."

It was a lie! Heads slammed into desks in thunderous frustration. Others drifted off into sleep.

"Yes, a truly marvelous tale, for all who read it as well. A story that grips your heart and doesn't let go until the—"

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