There should be another chapter out tomorrow, maybe two if I can manage it :D
"Whitley!" Weiss squawked, feeling a hand tug on her hair. "Get back here."
"Catch me if you can." The fading cry as Whitley rounded the nearest corner was all Weiss got in reply. With a growl, she gave chase. No one was going to pull her hair and get away with it, especially not her annoying little brother.
Whitley is fast for a five-year old, Weiss can give him that, but she's eight- almost nine- and her legs were much longer than his. It only took another three or so corners before Weiss could see him. The sight added speed to her sprint, and just a few moments later she had tackled him.
Her hands dug ruthlessly into his sides, startling him into peals of laughter.
"Weiss. Weiss- stop it!" Whitely howled, trying in vain to keep her hands off him. Their tickling matches had no mercy though, so Weiss continued regardless of Whitley's cries.
By the time Weiss decided she was finally done, Whitley was little more than a ball of breathless giggles. Weiss flopped beside him, a smug grin stretched across her face.
"I win."
"…No fair." Whitley huffed, half-heartedly smacking her shoulder.
Weiss, suddenly remembering what had started this, petulantly tugging Whitley's considerablely shorter hair.
"Ow!" Whitley glared at her, rubbing the top of his head. "That hurt."
"Good." Weiss grunted, pushing herself up into a sitting position.
"Weiss. Whitley. What in heaven's blazes is going on here?" Weiss froze at the sound of their father's voice jumping to her feet on instinct. Whitley was quick to follow, already used to the expectations in their household.
"Sorry father." Weiss said, Whitley echoing her.
"I don't want apologies. I want an explanation." Their father was standing in front of them now, glaring down at them.
"It was my fault." Whitley spoke up first, to Weiss's surprise. "I pulled her hair."
"So? That should not have led to something as disgraceful as this." Their father dismissed Whitley, turning to Weiss instead. "I'll assume it was your actions that caused… this."
"It wasn't just me." Weiss tried to compromise, even if it did being Whitley down with her. More often than not, punishment was less if Whitely was somehow involved.
"Still, it was clearly your behavior that was the defining factor of this situation. You will accept your punishment with a Schnee's honor, you understand me?"
"Yes father." Weiss agreed, her shoulders slumping; one grunt from her father was enough to set them straight though.
"Whitley, you are free to do as you wish. I thought I saw your mother in the garden if you're interested." Their father said, clearly ordering Whitley to leave.
"Okay." Whitley ran off, whispering a quiet "Sorry" as he did.
"Now Weiss. We may as well conduct some extra studying."
"Yes father."
Whitley and Weiss' relationship is really interesting to me from what little we've been shown. Whitley is a little brat now but he couldn't have always been that bad, at least I hope not.