As Orion stepped into the hall everyone was gathered in, he took notice of the high ceilings and the seats surrounding the room. Looking at the raised dais, he guessed that this was the sparring room. He saw Weiss and the younger girl around the center of the room, accompanied by the blonde girl from before.

"Pretty great, isn't she?"

Orion looked over to his side. The blond boy from the ride over was standing next to him. "Who are you looking at?" Orion asked.

"Weiss Schnee. She's perfect, right?"

Orion, Noir, and Naven all collectively looked at him with incredulous eyes.

"So that's a no?"

"Speaking as her cousin, and knowing her all these years, I can confirm yes, that indeed is a no."

"Oh."

They stood there for a while. The boy scooted off, saying he was going to go see if he could talk to her. Orion looked at his new friends. Naven smirked. "20 lien says he doesn't get the date."

Noir smiled. "You're on. Don't you try getting in on this," he said to Orion as he tried to join in. "I've heard what kind of money you Schnees have, I'm not stupid."

Orion grinned. "Fair enough."

Everyone around him quieted down as Professor Ozpin tapped on the microphone. For someone that was headmaster of the school, Ozpin exuded mystery. His eyes seemed to scan the crowd behind his spectacles, until they landed on Orion. He felt a very strong sense of foreboding, and broke eye contact until Ozpin started to speak. "I'll...keep this brief."

It was nighttime. The sparring room was transformed into a pseudo-sleepover party. Orion found a good place over by the corner to set up camp, as it were. He saw his friends meeting various students in the area. Noir found the younger girl who exploded from earlier and Naven had found a girl with shoulder-length black hair, reading a book over by a candle on the wall.

For a little while, Orion had heard some sort of grunting noise coming from near him, but it wasn't hard to pinpoint the source of the sound. A few sleeping bags away from him, he saw a girl with red hair in a long ponytail doing sit ups. A look at the golden crown around her head confirmed exactly who she was: Pyrrha Nikos, champion of Mistral's Regional Tournament four times in a row. He squatted down next to her. "You certainly want to get a head start for tomorrow."

Pyrrha looked at him. "20 sit ups and 20 push ups before bed makes a warrior strong...and hurt in the head." She stopped and held out her hand. "Pyrrha-"

"Nikos. I know. I've seen your fights." Her face fell a bit. Orion could tell that she had had a similar reaction when meeting most of her fans. He tried to patch things back up. "I'm sorry, you must get that a lot. My name's Orion, Orion-"

"Schnee. I know. I've seen your family." Pyrrha smiled at this, as did Orion.

That reminded him. "Just so you know, my cousin Weiss is here, the heiress to the SDC and all that. Knowing her, and trust me, I do, she's probably going to try and get you on her team as soon as possible. Just a fair warning."

She raised her eyebrows at this. "And you're not?"

Orion turned a bit red at this. "I'm...not like Weiss."

Pyrrha smiled. "I'm just saying, you might want me on your team, because, if I'm not… Let's just say sparring sessions might hurt more than normal."

"Fair enough. I probably should be getting to bed. Good night."

As Orion walked back to his bag, he felt a pair of eyes following him as he passed the room. Looking back, he thought he saw a flash of violet before the feeling was gone. He smiled before getting in the bag and slowly getting to sleep.

Orion woke up, not feeling altogether refreshed, and went to breakfast. He saw Noir and Naven at a table and they waved him over.

"Friends of yours?"

He looked to his left. "Hi, Idalia. Yeah, they are. Want to join us?"

Idalia smiled. "Sure. It'd be nice to have some more friends here."

They sat down alongside the two Faunus and introduced each other. Noir was wondering about the initiation. "I heard we had to fight one of the teachers."

"That's nonsense. Maybe they'll have us fight each other." Idalia asked.

"You all keep worrying about the initiation, I'm looking forward to the classes," Naven mused while eating his scrambled eggs.

Orion stared at him for a little while before he noticed. Naven looked back at him with a confused look. "Yes?"

"You're eating eggs."

"And?"

"Nevermind."

A scratching noise sounded over the PA system, followed by the voice of Professor Glynda Goodwitch. "Initiation for new students will begin in a half of an hour. It is recommended you take this time to find your lockers."

After quickly scarfing down the remaining food at a rate that was in no way healthy, the group went to the locker room, number in hand. Orion found his accordingly, and put in his code. Noir came up behind him, sporting what looked like an old semi-automatic rifle with a sword on the underbarrel. "I don't get it. Why do you get a locker when your weapons are literally your arms?"

Orion smiled knowingly. "I keep different kinds of weapons in here." He opened up the door, very much aware that Naven and Idalia had gathered around them, the former wielding a sharp shield with a ship turret on it, the latter with two sharp chakrams, glowing with Dust energy. Inside his locker were a dozen or so stout bottles filled with some blue liquid, topped with a spritzer.

"Is that what I think it is?"

The group collectively looked behind themselves to see the blonde boy from the day before. He was wide-eyed, looking between the bottles and Orion. "Is that Schnee Dust Cologne?"

Orion sighed exasperatedly. "Yes, it is." He grabbed a bottle, sprayed three times on his wrists and neck, then held it out like a salesperson. "Schnee Dust Cologne. It's…" Orion sighed and rolled his eyes. "It's time to release the Schnunder."

Disregarding the snickering of the other three, the boy reached out for the bottle reverently. "Then you must be, Orion, right? You don't suppose I could…."

"Depends. Who are you trying to woo with this?" Orion asked.

The boy laughed nervously and shifted his eyes over to Weiss.

Orion followed his gaze. "What's your name?"

"Jaune Arc."

"You know, what, Jaune, go crazy. In fact, keep the bottle, I'll resupply you if you run out." Orion smiled and tossed the bottle to him.

Jaune grinned and sprayed himself all over with the blue mist. The rest of them watched as he sauntered off, smelling strongly of the scent of cologne designed by someone who had only ever heard of cologne.

Once again, Professor Goodwitch's voice rang out on the PA. "Would all first year students please report to Beacon Cliff for initiation?