A/N

Hello. Firstly if you're new here, I recommend that you look into my "Your Heart Will Open Minds" story first, for these are just one shots that I use to procrastinate/clear my mind.

For returning readers, I'd like you all to know that my little hiatus will be coming to an end sometime in the next couple of weeks. Once I'm done with finals, I'll have a bit more time to devote to putting out content.

Until then, please enjoy.

Blake

Yang kneels next to me, scrubbing the floor vigorously with a grey rag. "Damn this stupid floor," she exclaims, slamming it with her fist. "I know, I just need more cleaning spray." She gets to her feet and walks into the bathroom, causing a loud clatter that sounds like bottles falling moments later. "My bad! Hey, Weiss! Do you know where our cleaning sprays are?" She yells, poking her head out of the doorway. In her focus, she didn't notice Weiss and Ruby leaving the room twenty minutes ago.

"Yang, sweetheart?" I call, quickly drawing her to me. "Your sister and Weiss went to go have dinner in the city. Don't you have a test tomorrow?" I place my pencil down on the table next to my textbook and look up at her.

"Yeah yeah, but I gotta clean this floor first, it's absolutely filthy," she replies. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that her time with Weiss has been rubbing off on her.

I sigh, knowing that it's better not to argue with her; once that girl has her mind set on something, she can't be swayed. Take Jaune and Pyrrha for example: When she found out that Pyrrha had even the slightest intention of dating Jaune, she wouldn't let up until they were together. There must have been at least 23 botched attempts at matchmaking those two before Weiss stepped in and broke Jaune out of his ignorance. Instead, I focus on Professor Goodwitch's take home test: In what ways can you disable an enemy witch without resulting to lethal action?

This one is easy; from what I learned during my time with the White Fang, Adam taught me that striking an enemy on his or her jugular vein temporarily cuts off the blood flow to the brain, resulting in a knockout. As I'm about to write down my answer, a sharp clanging sounds from inside the bathroom . . . again.

"Yang, darling. If you don't quiet down I'll take away your sex privileges for a month. I need to finish this by tomorrow." I know that this is partially my fault because I kept pushing it off until now, but that doesn't excuse Yang's behavior.

"Alright, Blake. I'm almost done cleaning the bathroom!" She returns, poking her head through the door again.

I look up in surprise; I didn't even hear her start cleaning it. If I can say anything about her, it's that she procrastinates in a way that I don't think I've ever seen before.

Patting her hands against her bare legs, she steps out of the bathroom and stands proudly with her hands on her hips. "Ok, I'm ready to take that test," she states, pulling up a chair and sitting beside me. Fishing into her schoolbag, she pulls out a crumpled up packet of paper and slams it onto the desk along with a blunt pencil.

I raise an eyebrow at her as she scrawls her name onto the top of her paper. She lifts it up and blows the pencil dust off of it and puts it back down. Just as she's about to start writing her answer to the first question, she bolts to her feet and snaps her fingers.

"Oh! I know!" She exclaims. "I can't take this test if I'm hungry." she runs out of the room and shuts the door with a loud slam.

I facepalm and get to my feet, following her, but by the time I'm in the hallway, I see her sliding down the bannister.

I don't know why I even bother.