"God that bullhead was boring. That explosion was pretty entertaining though."
"Boring?! We're at the greatest hunter academy in all of Vale and it's boring?!"
"Wait, who said that? I don't recognize the voice."
"Me, you dolt! Weiss Schnee? Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company?"
"Weiss, huh? Well cutie, yes this place is boring."
"... what did you just call me?"
"Weiss?"
"After that!"
"Cutie?"
"Yes, 'cutie!' Who do you think you are?"
"Someone standing outside of Beacon Academy?"
"Well, yes... but that's not what I mean! What makes you think you have the right to address me so informally?!"
"Someone who's addressing you informally. At a glorified high school. Stop the presses!"
"Quit joking around! To address me in that way... I bet you're just like the rest!"
"The rest of what?"
"... you wouldn't understand."
"The rest of the gold diggers? The leeches? The backstabbers? What?"
Weiss gasps at that, the sudden switch from joking to serious throws her off. Especially with how on the head he hit the nail. She looks down at that.
"Something like that."
"I take it Ironwood hasn't blabbed about me yet?"
"... huh?"
"I sold him several thousand dust crystals like a month ago."
"You... what?"
"If you're scared of making a friend because they want your money or your fame, I'm here to tell you to get your head out of your ass."
"That's... a disgusting comment but accurate enough. I'm... sorry but based on personal experience that's how everyone around me was."
"You're forgetting you're basically a princess of Atlas. Now standing in another kingdom. Any special treatment you had in your hometown is not going to carry over."
"That's true. The people might not be any different though, everyone always sees me as the Schnee heiress..."
"... you literally started your introduction with your status as heiress."
Weiss at least had the decency to look embarrassed at that.
"It's a habit, my father expects nothing but the best at home and in public. I've never... been me to anyone other than my sister."
"Well, then add one to those who see you. The you I see is a misguided little girl, through no fault of your own."
"... normally I'd be offended but I'm pretty sure that's true."
"If you're really scared to be yourself, just be who you wanna be in private and be who you're expected to be in public. No rules against faking it."
"That's already what I do but I understand what you mean."
Chris holds his hand out.
"If nobody else, I'll be your friend Snow Angel."
Weiss blushes at that.
"Snow Angel? Where'd that come from?"
She shakes it.
Time skip (nobody wants to see kids wandering the halls)
The entrance ceremony at Beacon was just starting.
"Where am I gonna find a cute, quirky girl to talk to now?" Jaune mumbles to himself.
"Well..."
Jaune jumps then relaxes at seeing the guy from earlier.
"You scared me half to death! And well what?"
"That redhead in the bronze looking armor is eyeing you up. Go talk to her."
"W-What? She was looking at... me? Why? And what do you mean go talk to her?!" Whispering the last part.
"It's clear to me she's got her attention on you, so what you're gonna do is walk over there and be yourself. No playing it cool, no faking, no inauthenticity. If she likes you for you then that's the best kind of girl, isn't it?"
"I guess you're right, y-yeah. Yeah! I just gotta be myself! Thanks for that man!"
"Anytime. Now run along before you miss the chance." throwing Pyrrha a wink, her surprised look turns into a grateful nod once Jaune starts talking to her.
Ozpin takes the stage shortly after.
"I'll keep this brief. You've come to my school seeking knowledge, knowledge you assume will be free. When I look out among you, all I see is wasted potential. Well, with one exception. You've come to learn, but you need to take the first step. Thank you."
"Seems Oz is back to his old self again. Wonder if the doom and gloom is the best way to introduce the greenies to the life of a hunter?" Chris shrugged.
Coco overhears that and snorts.
"Aren't you a first year? Haven't seen you before."
"I am a first year, but I also beat huntsman in battles. I've probably killed near a hundred thousand Grimm anyway, I'm a huntsman in all but writing."
"A hundred thousand huh? How am I supposed to believe that?"
Chris shrugs and opens his inventory, letting every Grimm tooth he's ever acquired fall out onto the floor, drawing the eyes of everyone.
"Get to counting."
The pure shock and horror on Coco's face is too much for Chris, so he starts laughing his ass off and takes a picture of her on his new scroll.
"Totally making that the background photo..."