The evening had progressed to the point people started to retire for the night. Glynda, Katherine, and Jasmine shipped Jaune to Glynda's spare room… alone. Katherine took Bleue and Rouge back to her home in Vale, via a private Bullhead; and Jasmine took the opportunity to have Pyrrha escort her to JNPR's dorm, where she would spend the night, getting to know the rest of her son's… daughter's team.

Jaune however, couldn't sleep. Her excitement over Pyrrha's proposal front and centre in her mind. But there were other things also bouncing about her head, some much lewder than anyone would think such an innocent looking girl would entertain. Yet there was something else. Climbing out of her bed, she moved to stand before the body length mirror attached to the back of the door. She regarded her sleepwear covered form. She had to admit she was adorable, and felt sexy, yet something was nagging her, and it had to do with how she somehow gained the ability to shift between her current form to that of a small vixen. What else was possible, if she was capable of doing that?

Biting her lip, she considered her options. She couldn't sleep, she was just too excited and to a point anxious. She had a suspicion that her mother was directly involved with Pyrrha's sudden proposal. What if's flooded her mind, and she needed to squash them, at least for now; so she chose to focus on a weird idea. Focusing on the mirror, she tried to centre her thoughts, to concentrate, to pull on whatever was causing this, and shape it to her will.

A golden light built about her form, she was going to try something small first. A proof of concept, as her sister-in-law Terra would say. The light surrounding her intensified.

/=/

Ozpin was cold, but her knew that would happen with his current hiding place. The kitchen staff had given him looks when he walked through their number and domain, to take up residence in the walk-in freezer. He of course ignored them, relying on his reputation for eccentric behaviour to give them a reasonable excuse for his actions. The longer he remained hidden in the middle of a small fortification he had created from various boxes of frozen goods, the more disconnected his thoughts started to become. They ranged from offering himself up as a concubine to Salem, to turning himself into a butterfly; and ending with more almost suicidal… telling off Glynda and her sisters. But as fast as the ideas came, they were replaced.

He was giggling, delirium setting in after several hours of sitting in minus eighteen degree temperatures in his normal attire. He was still shivering, but slowly the progress of hypothermia was progressing. It was in this self-inflicted storm of conditions that another random thought pierced the jumble of his mind. His eyes flashed, and a crooked smile crossed his features. Magic could fix this, and he wouldn't even need to research this attempt. He KNEW what he could do. Setting the ruined tome on a conveniently situated box next to him, he closed his eyes and concentrated. Opening them after a minute or two, he reached out with his glowing right hand and touched the closed book.

It was a spell he had used, semi-often, to prevent Glynda from stinging him up about coffee stains on his office rugs or his suits. Was it a heroic use of his great powers, fuck no, but it was useful to his survival. Glynda was more than slightly anal about some things… cleanliness and respectful appearances, at the top of that list. His giggling grew louder as he watched the fragments of coffee staining evaporate in wispy fingers from the edges of the pages. After a few minutes, the vapours ceased appearing, and he risked opening the ancient book. He outright began to cackle, as arrayed before him were perfectly pristine pages, and so he began to read. A plan forming in his slightly unhinged mind.

/=/

Ren was sitting cross-legged on his bed, while his two teammates slept deeply, as was their guest. Ren hadn't believed anyone when they informed him of the existence of three Goodwitches, but upon meeting Jaune's mother… Ren found he was afraid, so very afraid. It was not like she was mean, in fact she was overly happy to meet the rest of Jaune's team, and delve into their tales of Jaune's adventures while at Beacon. All which Nora was rather enthusiastic in sharing, with some alterations, as Nora was known to do. Jasmine, or Mrs Arc, as Ren always referred to her as. Repaid Nora's selflessness, by regaling them all with stories and picture of Jaune's formative years.

But now, in the silence of the dorm, Ren was having a very private conversation with the glowing blue form of his grandfather. The elder version of JNPR's ninja was also sitting cross-legged on Ren's bed. A glowing hand on his grandson's shoulder.

"You are right to feel fear, but don't let it rule or consume you, for that is the path to the dark side."

"But I don't understand?"

"What part?"

"Why I'm so scared of Jaune's mom."

"Oh that's easy. The Goodwitch sisters represent the pinnacle of the force, something no force user has ever achieved. The Interweave."

"So Jaune's mom can use this force, you keep telling me I need to start training with?"

"Well, um… no, she can't."

"Then why… is Professor Goopdwitch and her sisters considered the pinnacle?" Ren turned to look at his grandfather. "What does the Interweave mean?"

"Okay, the easy, primer explanation is that the Interweave is the seamless joining and use of all sides of the force. The Light and the Dark, you, for example, will be training in the Light Side of the Force."

"Okay… that explains nothing." Ren deadpanned.

"Okay, simple, simple version. Light Side equals good. Dark Side is evil. Got it?"

"Okay."

"Interweave is the combining of the Light and Dark Sides. Becoming truly balanced. Make sense?"

"Yes."

"Good. As for the Goodwitch sisters… ah… well… let's just say… um… ever heard the term 'Curb Stomp'?"

"I have. It means to defeat and enemy or opponent effortlessly."

"Yeah, well, the Goodwitch sisters… when riled up and driven by the love they feel for their family… can curb stomp the Brother Gods."

"The brother Gods are real?"

"Yes, and they are such whiny edge lords."

"Ah… what?"

"Never mind." Ren's grandfather sighed. "Let's just… just stay on their good side. That's your first lesson. Stay on the good side of the Goodwitch sisters. Understand?"

"I guess?"

"Good." Ren's grandfather gave him a pat on the back, before starting to fade away, "Get some sleep, we'll start your training tomorrow."

With that, Ren was alone, in the dark, confused, and even more scared of Jaune's relatives. A thought then crossed his mind. Maybe all this anarchy, and insanity was a sign. Maybe the universe was telling him to pursue a different career path… like being a cashier at SchneeMart. Ren sat there, for several minutes, thinking about that option. He was young, driven, had a strong work ethic… if he started now he could maybe make department manager by the time her turned thirty, maybe.

/=/

Katherine Adel was on her way to Patch, via a private Bullhead. After she had tucked her nieces in for the night, she had returned to the landing pad on the Adel estate, and informed the pilot of her request. The guy was more than happy to make it happen. For the staff of the Adel estate, there were many rules and expectations to be observed; however there was one rule that superseded all others. If Katherine Adel requests you do something, in a sickeningly sweet and calm voice… you do it, no questions asked.

So of course when Kathy Adel approached the very pilot that had picked her and her nieces up from Beacon, and politely requested in a sweet voice to be flown to Patch… he just agreed. It would be a couple of hours of flying time, and as was his duty, he did inform his employer of this fact. Her response chilled him to the bone.

"That's okay, dear. It'll give me some time to plan things out properly" she commented, still in the same sweet voice, "A lady always needs to have a plan."

/=/

It was well past two am when Qrow was finally kicked out of the bar, well more shoved out the back door face-first into a pile of trash. Not that it mattered to him, being more than three sheets to the wind. Grumbling about poor customer service, followed by a hiccup and a rather gassy burp, Qrow used the nearby wall to slinky his way back to his feet. He weaved, a dumb smile on his face, and tried to take a step forward, only to land once again face-first into the pile of trash he had just barely managed to climb out of.

So once again, using his best friend the wall, he worked his way back to standing, and miraculously managed to start stumbling along, moving out of the alley and into the street. Patch was not Vale, but it was still a sizable settlement. You sort of had to be in order to host a Huntsmen/Huntress prep school, so even though Qrow was on the street, he was nowhere near home yet. Looking about with half lidded eyes, he held up his right index finger as if he was trying to check wind direction, and then stumbled to his left. The few people out on the streets this time of night, gave him a wide berth, as he weaved, stumbled and staggered along the sidewalk, in random directions. It took him almost half an hour to make twenty feet, in the opposite direction that his apartment was in.

But Qrow was feeling no pain, and in fact was mumbling to himself, bemoaning his life and semblance, and then laughing and being giddy about the girls he had gotten to know, only to cycle right back around to how bad his single life currently was. He was so thrashed that he never noticed the well-endowed, and stern looking woman striding in his direction, a riding crop in her right hand.

"So, Glynda like threatened me, and so I did what she asked," Qrow burped while he was talking to himself, "I helped her niece, cute little thing, a literal fox she was."

The figure stop approaching, her sharp green eyes narrowing.

"But I did the right thing, and she hit me!" Qrow hiccuped as he stabbed his index finger at his reflection in a storefront window. "For a tiny little cutie, she packed a wallop!"

"Qrow."

The drunken huntsman, stumbled while spinning around, and after a couple of revolutions found himself face to face with a very upset looking Katherine Adel. Qrow weaved on his feet, and burped, causing the blond fashionista to stagger back away from the rank odour.

"Hey!" Qrow raised his hand to wave, "I thought you were a triplet?"

"I am." Katherine replied.

"Na ah! There are six of you!" Qrow gabbed at her with his right index finger. "That… that… makes you a… sixlet!"

"Qrow."

"Glynda."

"It's Katherine, Qrow."

"Nope! Can't fool me!" Qrow burped again, before continuing, "Katty is the cute one! You're Glynda.

"Qrow." Katherine growled, as she flicked out her wrist, aiming her riding crop at Qrow's ankles. 'We have some place to be."

Those few people who had been out and about, stopped to witness the little scene. Each one of them winced at the thud of Qrow's skull with the sidewalk. Qrow yelped, and then groaned as his head bounced over the ridges in the cement as Katherine began dragging him along behind her.

Twenty minutes later, Qrow was sobering up fast, as he was dangled upside down above Signal's Olympic sized swimming pool, which wouldn't have been much of a problem, except for the fact that the pool now apparently housed two seven foot long grimm sharks. A pair of sharks that were very earnestly circling the spot that Qrow would impact the water at, if Katherine released her semblance. Qrow had many questions. One, how did Katherine find him so quickly. Two, when was she given full access to Signal's facilities, and three… where the fuck did she get grimm sharks from?

"So, Qrow."

"Katherine."

"So you think my niece is cute?"

"Ummm…"

"I think your exact words were… 'a tiny little cutie'... am I wrong?"

"I plead the fifth."

"That only works in Atlas."

"I still plead the fifth."

"Let me cut to the chase, as I am going to have a long day tomorrow, with meetings and wedding preparations." Katherine gave Qrow a cruel smile and lowered him towards the clear water. "DID. YOU. SEE. MY. NIECE. NAKED?"

"No."

"I don't believe you."

"I swear!" Qrow squeaked out as he felt himself getting closer to the surface of the water. "I swear! I turned around before she changed!"

"Then why did she attempt to brain you?"

"I don't know! Maybe she was embarrassed about being naked!" Qrow screamed, in a very unmanly voice, as she felt Katherine release her semblance for a second, only to grab him again after he dropped a foot.

"How…"

"It's what happens when you first start transforming! It happened to me! It took me three months to learn to do it and still be clothed!" Qrow screeched.

"So all she has to do is practice, and that will prevent any accidents?"

"Yes!"

"Thank you for letting me know." Katherine said in an overly sweet tone, before flicking her wrist and sending Qrow tumbling up into the air.

Qrow shrieked as he felt himself going up, and after a very millisecond long pause, started to go down. Not wanting in any way, shape or form to test his skill with aquatic combat, he shifted his form, and took wing. He flapped twice, and before he could extend his wings for a third; he was suddenly held still in the air.

"Jaune always wanted a pet… I think he… I mean, she is old enough now to take care of one properly." Katherine commented in a very sweet sing-song like voice.

Qrow felt himself being lowered, and turned, and was soon looking at Katherine Adel holding a gilded old style bird cage, just large enough for a crow sized inhabitant. Qrow tried to struggle, but it was all in vain, as he watched as the cage slowly came closer, and closer. A minute later, he was free from Katherine's semblance, but locked with in a cage.

"Now I think she called you Chicken man, for some reason, so I guess we'll name you Mr. Chicken." Katherine glared at Qrow through the bars, causing him to cower against the far side of the cage. "Be a good, Mr. Chicken, and maybe we'll let you 'escape' in a year or two."

Lowering the cage to her side, she flicked her crop out towards the two grimm gliding under the surface of the pool's waters, and then towards the ceiling. The pair of fearsome predators burst from the water to slam into the ceiling, instantly bursting into a fine black mist.

"Let's go meet your new owner, Mr. Chicken."

Qrow didn't dare make a single sound.

/=/

Jaune was a tired and disappointed, none of her practice that night achieved anything, aside from making her slightly moody, and a moody Jaune was not a pleasant person. She was snappy, snarky, and a little rebellious. She even returned a glare to her Aunt Glynda, when she refused to dress properly in a Beacon uniform as opposed to the red and white polka-dot sun dress Rouge had left behind for her.

"That is not…"

Jaune just glared again as she made her way towards the entrance of Glynda's apartment. She wanted to see her team, wanted to hold Pyrrha. That would improve her mood, so with one final glare at her aunt, Jaune stomped her way out the door, and then dashed down the hall towards the cafeteria and student dorms.

"Jaune!" Glynda snapped, before giving chase. She could have used her semblance to corral Jaune, but Glynda refused. She had never used her semblance on a child, and she wouldn't start now.

/=/

Pyrrha was happy. She had captured Jaune's heart. She had Jasmine's approval, and was going to become Mrs Arc in a little over a month. The only thing that could make this even better was to find out she was having Jaune's babies, and with that thought, her mood nose dived. Jasmine sensed the switch, and gently placed a comforting hand on Pyrrha's shoulder.

"It will all work out, if there is a will, there is a way." Jasmine told the red-headed champion, speaking as if she knew what was troubling her daughter to be.

"Are you sure? Is it even possible?"

"It's a new procedure, human trials aren't to start for a few more years, but it can make it possible." Jasmine gave her soon-to-be daughter-in-law a warm smile and a gentle squeeze, "You're going to be an Arc very soon, which means you will be family… my family. I take care of my family."

"Thank you."

RWBY meat up with the remains of JNPR with Jaune's mom just outside the cafeteria. Yang blanched, and tried to run when she saw Jaune's mother. The horror of seeing three Goodwitches still fresh in her mind. It was only due to Blake's quick reflexes that prevented the blond brawler's escape. Few moments later, Jaune came tearing around the corner, with Glynda in hot pursuit.

"Jaune Jonathon Arc!" Jasmine raised her voice, putting the power of a mom behind each and every word. It had an instantaneous effect, freezing Jaune and pretty much everyone else in the nearby vicinity. "Explain! Now!"

"It didn't…" Jaune started to whine, only to be interrupted by a potentially frostbitten Headmaster bursting through the cafeteria doors into the hallway.

"Yes!" Ozpin cackled insanely, "My REDEMPTION is at hand!"

"Headmaster/Ozpin?" Jasmine and Glynda shouted in combination.

"PRESTO CHANGO!" Ozpin cried out as he pointed at Jaune with his cane, while waving the book that was at the centre of this mess, high above his head.

Everything happened in a flash. Pyrrha tackled Jaune to the ground, taking her out of the line of fire, while Glynda and Jasmine snapped out their riding crops, throwing a double shot of purple telekinetic energy into the bolt of green light that was rushing down the hallway towards them. The two forces met, a few feet in front of where Jaune had been standing. There was a flash of light, and suddenly the single bolt shattered into an amazingly convenient six parts.

Magic was like water. The more pure you want it to be, the more you need to filter and distill it, and Ozpin had spent more than a couple of hours distilling this spell. But also like water, magic can be split, and spread. It remains what it is, just is lesser in quantity. So as Pyrrha shielded her love, as Glynda and Jasmine quickly switched targets from the energy bolt, to the obviously delusional headmaster, Nora, Ren, Blake, Ruby, Weiss and Yang… Jaune's six close friends were struck, and knocked from their feet.

Unlike his previous castings, Ozpin had tweaked this spell, removing the delay for the final effect to take place. Six voices shrieked in unison. Pyrrha and Jaune looked up from where they were sprawled. Their mouths falling open. While it wasn't obvious what had happened to the girls… it was with Ren. As the girls freaked grabbing at their crotches in fear and pain, Ren sat on his ass, on the tiled floor. His mouth opening and closing, but issuing no words, as his hands gathered the torn remains of his shirt in a vain attempt to cover the set of C cup breasts that had sprouted from his chest.

"Ozpin!" Glynda roared, only to choke when she hears Nora scream…

"Why do I have a DICK!"

/==/

Merry Christmas! Hope this gave you a laugh.

So, a couple of quick things. This story is totally not canon, so anything I bring in from another fandom (like I am with Star Wars(Ren) and Star Trek(Sky)) they will not be canon either. This is all about just being stupid, and having fun, hence the "Intertwining" of the Light & Dark sides to achieve balance.

Two, thanks to "Strongest Under the Heavens" on an AO3 comment for inspiring the end of this chapter, and a good chunk of the chaos that will happen next chapter. It's a good idea, and while it's not exactly as he suggested, I think it will be fun to just run with.

Thank you to everyone who comments. They make my day, and IF I make a run, or get inspired by a suggestion you make, I will credit you. It's only fair.

Anyway, have a Safe and Happy Holiday.