AN: We are back, baby, and I am sorry for anyone who went to my twitch to see the live stream and wasn't there. I thought I would have internet, and I didn't, but I might just do a stream where I write for that stream. Just to get stuff done, which is nice, and you guys can see the process, see how it is panning out and maybe come up with suggestions if they work, add depth, or just be more fun. If I do, I'll post the day I'll do it on my profile page.

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Chapter 2: The Extravagant Prison Cell and the Silly "Prison Guard"

Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. That was absolutely ridiculous. Is he supposed to be a hero and just hit on me? Glynda thought to herself. Qrow busted out laughing and fell to the ground clutching his side. Taiyang groaned into his hand and let a small laugh escape his lips. Jaune looked to Glynda and then to the older men.

"Did I say something wrong?" he asked as he scratched the back of his head. Qrow was doubled over, saying 'he couldn't breathe.' Taiyang, however, stepped forward, "This is Glynda Goodwitch. The person that will be in your care for a while. Remember?" he questioned as he poked his temple with his index finger. Jaune stood there pondering the older blond's words.

His face slowly became one of surprise and then bright red. "Oh. My. Gods. I am so sorry about that. I thought you were someone else." Glynda raised an eyebrow at that statement.

"What did you think of me? Some peasant girl that is head over heels for you?" Jaune shook his head no. "Did you think of me of some fame chaser out to bed you?" Glynda stepped forward and looked down at the boy. He shook his once more with more vigor and cowered under the witch's gaze. "So, who do you think I was, boy?"

"I don't—"

Jaune was cut short by Qrow recovering from his laughing fit, "Maybe he thought you were a whore?" The forest fell silent. The birds stopped chirping, and the squirrels halted their foraging.

The only thing anyone could hear was Taiyang smacking his forehead with his hand and muttering, "Oh, Qrow."

"You what!" Glynda shouted. She marched forward to The Man of Misfortune with only one thought. Murder. Qrow's laughing form didn't notice her intent, and Taiyang didn't move from his spot. He started to mutter prayers for Qrow's safe journey to the afterlife.

Jaune thankfully stepped in front of the woman's path. Glynda looked the boy in the eye. It was only then that she truly realized his stature. He was by no means small or even short. The first few seconds made him seem small. Now that he was standing in front of her, he was taller than her. Maybe by an inch or two, if she had to guess. If she were 6'3", then he would be 6'5".

Then his body built like the brick home behind him. His raised hands were rough and riddled with calluses. "Hey, I'm sorry about Qrow, and I'm sorry about what I said. I've been working on something else for a while." He scratched the back of his head. "Let's try that again. I'm Jaune Arc, and I'll be your overseer for the future."

Glynda stood there for a second and huffed. "Fine, I suppose I can accept your apology." Jaune sighed in relief. "Is this supposed to be my holding cell?" she asked as she motioned to the brick cottage. Jaune looked back at the structure.

"Yeah, it is. I had a little accident, but it'll be fine. The home fixes itself just in case anything happens," Glynda hummed, then Jaune looked back to the two older men. "I got it from here, guys."

"Okay, call if you need anything Jaune," Taiyang said as he left.

"If you give her a five, you just might actually get some action," Qrow called out before he changed into his avian form. Glynda burned a hole into the retreating form of the loudmouth crow. The bird man would be a toad if she could just use magic. Then she would be living up to all of those rumors, she supposed.

Jaune came up and stood beside her watching the men leave with her. "You ready to come to see the house or…." He drawled out the 'or.' Possibly implying there was another option. Like she could get another option. In contrast, Glynda considered herself lucky, considering they hadn't bound her body and spirit to the area.

"Let's see what my cell will look like," she said while turning around to face the brick home.

"Um, yeah, it's not a prison or even a cell. Our home was made just for us," Jaune said. But all Glynda heard was that the home and the surrounding area were made to keep her here. If she looked around, she would bet twenty lien that there were wards on the trees. The home was probably enchanted to increase his physical abilities and perception of her magic.

"It's a nice place, and I hope it will feel homey to you." Jaune opened the front door for her, and Glynda was first confronted with the kitchen. It was a small thing with a stone sink, wooden cup-a-board, fire pit, and firewood all in one corner. Simple chandeliers hung from the ceiling that could be reached if she jumped. She looked to her left and saw two doors that cut off the brick flooring.

Jaune's boots clicked across the floor as he stood behind her. "The one on the right is mine," he pointed his left hand past her to the other door. "The one on the left is yours. You can do whatever you like with it. Just don't turn your bed into a dragon." He laughed nervously at his joke, probably to make her smile or something like it.

Glynda only hummed non committedly. "Then the bath is right there." He pointed past his room to another door. "Just ask when you want a bathe, and I'll fill it up." Nothing was said between the two, and Jaune started to rock on his heels. "Well," he said awkwardly, " I'll just get dinner ready." Jaune walked out of the home to heavens knows where. So with her jailer gone, she went to work checking every nook and cranny for signs of magic.

She first checked her room. There wasn't much except the lone bed, dresser, and mirror. She flipped the mattress and inspected every inch of it but found nothing. The same could be said about the other items in the room. She checked her window to spot the dumb blond but found nothing. Thus she went scouring the dining room and kitchen.

None of the pots and pans had any spells. She even checked the fireplace for anything Glynda could use. Glynda looked over the table with a knee eye. There was nothing for her to prove her point. The Badwitch scratched her head in confusion at the lack of enchantments. She could just run out of here while Jaune was gone.

By the time anyone noticed, she would be long gone. Even with the magic sealing cuffs, she could still hold her own in a fight. If the fight was against an average person, her point still stood. Glynda groaned and looked at the door leading to Jaune's bedroom. It was the only place she hadn't checked and the most likely candidate.

She took silent and quick movements to the door. Her hand reached for the knob when she noticed a brick panel near the floor. Just before where the wall would meet the floor was a brick panel the same color as everything else. She crouched low and touched it to reveal a magical contraption behind it. This was it; this thing was their insurance policy.

Although Glynda had never seen such a machine, it was strange because it was simple. A black cylinder stood, almost filling the small compartment, and stemming from that thing were tubes going in nearly every direction. The only place it didn't spread was the opening itself. I must understand this thing if I'm ever to leave this place. Glynda thought, but they were cut short by the sound of footsteps outside the door.

The door opened to reveal Jaune holding a dead chicken in one hand. "I hope you like chicken," he said with a smile that made his eyes close shut. "I know plenty of recipes to cook this thing any preferences?" When he opened his eyes again, he saw Glynda standing ram rood straight with a neutral expression and the panel back where it belonged.

"Anything is fine," she replied tersely. Jaune chuckled nervously at the words, and she could see a visible sweat drop. You'll be sweating much more after tonight.

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Dinner was uneventful. Nothing was exchanged between the two. The prisoner didn't give the poor man a reply to any of his questions. Glynda had to admit he did know how to cook, which was rare in men these days and ones that were knights as well. You would think that maids would've dropped off the food, but Jaune made the entire dish himself. If she missed anything, it would be the cooking.

Glynda sincerely doubted that prison food would not be as great if she got caught again. She crept into the dining room with no one in sight. She didn't hear anything from the other room and assumed she was in the clear. As she got down on her knees, she noticed how cold the floor was and cursed the prison rags. With a simple push, the panel revealed the magical black item to her.

She tried tugging at it silently as she could, but the thing wouldn't budge. It was too dark to determine what it could do, and getting light from one of the lanterns could be dangerous. So she decided to get closer and noticed a small door on the side that was facing her. Her hand reached in and opened the small door only to find a tiny magic circle etched into the thing.

Glynda sat there pondering what to do next in her current situation. "Glynda, what are you doing on the floor? It's cold tonight." The woman's head whipped around so fast anyone could have mistaken the action as execution for her crimes. Jaune was standing there with a candle in hand with a curious expression adorning his face. "Oh, you must be cold with those rags still on you," he said. He reached down for her arms.

Jaune pulled her feet and rubbed her arms to get warmth into her. "I am so sorry. I was so busy getting dinner ready that I completely forgot to get you some clothes. First, the pickup line, and now this? Man, I suck at first impressions. I promise I'll get you something to wear by the end of tomorrow. But for now," Jaune went to one of the logs and pulled a splinter from it, "This should solve all our problems," he said as he held it up to the light.

Glynda asked the obvious question, "And how is that supposed to help us?" She hugged herself to preserve any of the warmth that Jaune gave her. He shuffled over to where the opening in the wall sat. He squatted down and placed the small piece of wood inside the black cylinder. He shut the door and put his hand on the object. First, he glowed white, and then so did the black thing, which then radiated a bright red.

The fire spread through the walls like mice; for a brief second, the mortar that held the bricks together shined brilliant oranges, reds, and yellows. It was like little embers that were born inside it, and then they grew too big and hot for it to contain. So with only one way to go, they went into the pipes and disappeared into the house.

The home suddenly jumped in temperature, and Glynda felt like she was outside. It felt like the sun was giving her just enough heat to feel comfortable and fall asleep under a tree. "Pretty cool, huh?" Jaune said as if he saw this for the first time. "This is something Old Man Ozpin was working on. He calls it a central heating system. He hopes to put it in every home in Vale. This house is full of stuff he made for us to test to improve other's lives."

Glynda looked at the central heating system and reached out to touch it. Jaune stopped her before she could. "I wouldn't do that; it's just as hot as any fire. But you know what you can touch?" Glynda's mind suddenly reminded her of the first time she met him. "Try touching the walls and give them a bit of force." After, she shook her face with embarrassment to only leave a light dusting of pink.

Jaune yawned and tried to rub the sleep from her eyes. She did as Jaune told her, and the wall lightened up with a warm glow that spread from the pressure of her hand. The lights grew in size until they became as big as a dog and were able to give the room a nice glow. "Now, you don't need candles as long as that thing is on. I can also reduce the temperature a little bit if necessary."

"So do you need anything else?" he asked with sleep-filled eyes.

"How long does this last?" she asked dumbly. She was too shocked to find it in herself to do anything else.

"Oh, it should last the rest of the night with the magical wood as its fuel. If I had fire dust, that would be another story." He yawned again and gave her a sleepy smile. "Well, if that's all, I'm going to bed. Goodnight, Glynda." He shuffled back into his room and closed the door. Glynda couldn't hear anything from the room, but she just assumed he was fast asleep. She decided — in her infinite wisdom — to do the same as the Paladin. Her face met the pillow, and she could only think of one thing.

Gods damnit, Ozpin.


AN: I liked… I honestly don't know where that thought was going because I left it and started to finish The Witch's Apprentice. Oh well, and has anyone seen Ice Queendom? I haven't, but what do you guys think of it if you did see it? I've heard some music, and I like it, but besides that, I don't know.

I also started Bleach, and I have just started the Substitute Shinigami arc as of the reading time. That story is so cool it's unbelievable. Is it repetitive in how the story structure is? Eh, it's the same structure, but it works for it. Are there faults in the story? Of course, someone can pick a part of my three stories and find flaws in the narrative. But I like it, and that's all that matters.

If you like what I make and want to see more, find me on Youtube, Twitch, TikTok, Twitter, and Facebook at Dragoo_Fire. The links are on the profile page.

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Next Chapter: November 17th