Glynda wasn't sure how to explain what she was seeing. It wasn't impossible, nothing really was, but it just seemed… like it would never happen in a million years. It didn't make sense. It was unheard of. It was… just wrong. Justinian was sitting in Ozpin's desk.

Glynda, admittedly, was a creature of habit. She walks in every morning to prep Ozpin on the events of the day. Then she and Ozpin would share a cup of coffee before getting to work. At lunch, she and Ozpin would go to the cafeteria to check on the students and make sure there wasn't a repeat of the food fight between teams RWBY and JNPR. After classes, she and Ozpin would plan the schedule for the following day. After that, they would go their separate ways for the day, only to repeat the process the next day.

Now, when she entered the office of her superior, she found the youngest teacher sitting at Ozpin's desk. "Hello Glynda."

"Justinian?" Glynda's voice was stern and professional. However, there was the slightest hint of hostility. "Why, may I ask, are you sitting in Ozpin's desk?"

"Boss man is out for the day and left me in charge." Justinian leaned back in Ozpin's chair, causing a visible reaction of irritation from Glynda. "So, I figured I'd take the chair in his absence."

Glynda's irritation paused a moment after processing exactly what she had heard. "Wait, why is Ozpin absent?"

Justinian shrugged his shoulders. "Hell if I know. He just said…" Justinian grabbed one of the coffee mugs by Ozpin's desk in an attempt to mimic the Headmaster. "'I need to take care of something today and I will be away from the school for the day.' After that, he left." Justinian looked into the mug and walked over to a nearby coffee pot, where he filled the mug before sitting back down. "Never said where or why. Just that he would be away."

Glynda was still irritated, but she was nothing if not professional. "I understand."

Justinian raised an eyebrow. After a moment a devilish smirk spread across his face. "Do you now."

Glynda knew this smile. She had only worked with him since the beginning of the year, but that smirk was infamous. He was a expert ant reading others. He was so good, in fact, that some even believed his semblance was the ability to read minds. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're upset about this situation." He narrowed his eyes. "Question is, about what in particular? My being in charge instead of a more experienced huntsman? Maybe…" He took a sip from the coffee and just made Glynda all the angrier. Justinian just kept smiling. "Maybe it's that Ozpin left and didn't tell you. That he left you on your own."

"Nonsense!" Glynda blushed slightly, but it wasn't too noticeable. She quickly turned to leave. "While not telling me he was going to be absent is annoying, it hardly warrants any reaction from me."

"And yet, between my two suggestions, it did."

Glynda froze in the doorway.

"I see the way you two interact. He's the only one you willingly follow. The one you trust the most, regardless of the situation. He trusts you unconditionally and to a degree beyond your professional idea." Justinian placed Ozpin's, now empty, mug back on the desk. "Why not just accept reality and tell him how you really feel?"

Glynda's shoulders fell and she looked toward the floor. "Because I can't."

Justinian was, honestly, surprised she said it rather than further deny.

Glynda continued, "We have a professional relationship. That's it. He's the Headmaster and I'm a teacher at an academy designed to protect those who will protect the future. We don't have the time to become closer. You'll see soon enough."

"What about Alexander and Celia?"

"They married before becoming teachers here."

"So, you really think that you are incapable of becoming closer because you became a teacher at Beacon, and that you two are too busy?"

After a few seconds of silence. "Yes."

Justinian sighed. "I wasn't going to say anything…"

Glynda turned back to the young teacher.

"…but, it's clear that you two are closer than you think."

Glynda's irritation had long been replaced with confusion. "How so?"

"Well, for one, you were supposed to be in charge when Ozpin left. I just said I was in charge to reach this conversation."

"W-what?" The irritation was back.

"Yep. You're the only person he trusts enough to run the school when he's not here." Justinian stood up from the desk and stood to the side. "If you want to throw me out the room, might I suggest the window? I have an early class to teach and would like to expedite the trip down."

Glynda was more than happy to oblige, tossing him from the window. She watched as he fell from the tower and landed in the courtyard, no worse for the wear. Glynda's scroll started to ring. When she answered it, it was Justinian.

"Thank you." He then abruptly hung up.

Glynda just stood there. Ozpin trusts me that much?

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King: Hello there everybody! Nice to see you again. I, personally, always liked the idea of Ozpin and Glynda being together-together (in the words of Nora). Yet they never seem to be. So, this is a weak way to explain a possible reason as to why. As for how Justinian could survive a fall from Ozpin's office, that will be explained in a later piece.