The Fall of Professor Arc
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Disclaimer and Dedication:
Dedicated to Coeur. Thanks for the stories, and the countless ideas. You've only yourself to blame, you know!
Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY. 'Professor Arc' in particular is the brainchild of Coeur. If you haven't read it already... why are you here?
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"I can't believe a Schnee isn't above such nonsense," Weiss complained over the phone.
"Don't be like that, Weiss," Winter chided from the other side. "I'm just showing concern for a wounded friend."
"You're asking me to spy on a professor!" Weiss corrected. "For some kind of… kind of… love rivalry!"
Winter frowned. "There's no need to be like that, Weiss," she scolded. "For one thing, I hear he's no longer a professor."
Weiss waited for the other shoe to drop. "And the other thing?" she prompted when Winter cheekily refused to go on.
Winter laughed. "For there to be a rivalry, Professor Goodwitch would have to have a chance- with her own student no less," she crowed, still amused by the irony of it all. "No, if you convince Mr. Arc to leave for Atlas, I will take care of the rest and leave her no chance at all."
"Remind me why I looked up to you again?" Weiss wanted to know. "And no, I won't do that," she refused. "Professor Jaune needs to recover. Plus, I'm sure you would be… disappointed at his state now," she said.
"Never mind that for now, then," Winter waved off, though which of the two wasn't clear. "Just keep me informed of his progress and help him recover, alright Weiss dear?" she asked. "Once he's better, I'll find reason to come over and… impress him," she said, turning as if to admire herself in profile.
Something about it just annoyed Weiss. "I doubt that would work, sister," she said. "I have it on good authority that you aren't his type of girl."
Winter's attention fixated on her. "That remains to be seen," Winter claimed. "Just what, dear Weiss, is his type?" So many attributes could be bought, after all…
Weiss affected a cheerful smile. "I believe he said he likes long hair," she claimed, tilting her head just so. "Long enough for ponytails, even," she continued, knowing that her sister could see her own dangling to the bottom of the screen.
"Ponytails?!" Winter was almost horrified. "But that's so… uncouth! Undignified!" she protested.
Weiss 'ahemed,' but Winter didn't apologize, so Weiss simply smiled a bit more. "He says he likes mature girls who can still act young," she explained, before affecting a thought. "Or was it younger girls who could act mature?" she wondered. "Ah, never mind," she dismissed, knowing Winter was hanging on her every word. "I believe I saw Miss Goodwitch buying a hairband in the store recently. Do you think she might be considering letting her hair grow out?" she asked.
"Weiss! Weiss!" Winter called out, trying to demand information.
Weiss looked up, and found the perfect excuse. "Oh, Professor Jaune!" she recognized. "I'm sorry, sister, but I have to go now," she said with another insincere smile, and hung up the scroll call as her sister tried to demand her attention.
"Oh, hi Weiss," Jaune greeted as he approached. "Who was that?"
"Oh, just my sister," she admitted, even as she turned off her scroll as it vibrated with an incoming call. "Just asking about how school was going."
"Did I hear you talking… about me?" Jaune worked up the nerve to say.
"Oh, my sister was just curious, that's all," Weiss dismissed. "How are you doing today, Prof- Jaune?" she corrected herself.
"Oh, I'm doing well," he said. "I was actually on my way to your dorm. Ruby said something about wanting to help me train, and," here he broke off, scratching the back of his head nervously. "I was hoping Yang might be there."
Weiss hid a wince- only too glad that this interest wasn't directed at her. "Are you going to try a horrendous pickup lines again?" she asked, just shy of a demand.
"I've been working on them!" Jaune protested.
"Them?"
Jaune pulled out an actual list and handed it to her. "Er, well, what do you think?"
Weiss took a look, scoffed, and packed it away, not even giving it back to him. "Absolutely horrible," she said with perfect frankness and honesty. "If you had any self-respect, you wouldn't be caught dead with these," she added.
Jaune drooped. Weiss took pity and continued.
"But," she began, "if my dunce of a partner thinks you deserve to be trained, I suppose I could teach you how to go about this flirting in less embarrassing ways…"
Jaune perked up. "You'd do that? For me?" he marveled. "Thanks Weiss! You're the best-"
Of course she was, and modest too, but she interrupted him by holding up a single finger even so. "On one condition," she insisted.
"Huh? Sure," Jaune agreed pre-emptively. "What?"
"Is it true you like girls with long hair?" Weiss asked, not having heard it first-hand. "That you care more about their hair than any other feature?" She could admit, she was curious about how the professor she'd respect viewed her. "What is my hair like?" she asked, wondering what he had thought of her asymmetric ponytail.
Jaune froze, and looked a bit abashed, but nodded. "It's pretty," he said. "Very… nice," he said, trying to find a non-creepy way to put it. "And yes, I think a girl's hair can be her most attractive feature. Pony tails are nice- especially when she lets it loose and lets her hair down." He looked embarrassed to be discussing such. "Do you think Yang would like a hairband as a gift?" he asked, asking for her opinion.
Weiss smiled- more of a smirk. Winter may have inherited enviable assets, but her older sister was not the sort who could 'let her hair down', so to speak. Or would ever grow it out. And Yang almost certainly wouldn't submit to a pony tail of all thing.
At last, one area where Weiss was the more feminine.
"Perhaps one day," Weiss said, "but only after you've brushed up on your women skills," she said.
"How can I do that?" Jaune wanted to know.
"I'll teach you," Weiss offered. "You kept up your end of the bargain, and so I'll keep up mine. Someone needs to teach you refinement and manners worthy of keeping company with a Schnee, after all," she said. Not her sister, necessarily, but a Schnee.
Jaune was excited, as well he should, and fortunately his attentions weren't towards her. This truly was an opportunity to rich to be denied. She could only imagine the look on Winter's face if she knew. It probably wouldn't be that different from what she was about to see closer to home.
"Our first lesson," Weiss decreed, "will be escorting a lady to her room. Shall we return to my room?" she asked formally.
They did- with a bit more bumbling and corrections than she would have liked- but it would be so worth the look on their faces when Ruby and Yang saw her walk in arm-in-arm with Professor Jaune.
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Author Note:
If you've been counting words, you'll know the story's almost over. Sorry about that, except not. This story has pretty much fulfilled it's purpose- and points to you if you can tell what it is.