Habits are important.

Certain actions we do, time and time again, until they become routine. They help define your personality as much as any psychological test. Some people can read those habits and trace a whole behavior pattern.

For instance if one where to look at Glynda Goodwitch due to her habits, they would see various traces of her parsonallity sprinkled behind her habits.

The way when she once starts filling out paperwork she dosen't stop until all of it is done.

Dilligent. Hardworking. In serious need of a social life.

The way she double checks everything.

Careful. Attention to detail. Paranoid to the degree that she needs a social life.

The way she cares for her charge.

Caring. Attentive. Selfless.

Yes, habits made a person. And Glynda was a hardworking person. Stern but gentle. Efficent but not complacent. Careful but only cause she cared.

Course such characteristic bring about some sacrifices.

For one her worked absorbed her. Once this woman concetrates she gets tunel vision. The ways of multitasking this woman will be so famous for in the next years have not yet seetled in completely

Also, tough this isn't a fault persei, while its hard to fluster her she gets so so flustered. Its cute.

At least in James Ironwoods opinion.

So when her "charge" as she has taken to calling him runs into the officer of her newly appointed boss, Ozpin, what else was she supposed to do then put her head into her hands in embaressment.

She dearly hoped no one saw the flush on her face as her, lets call it son, entered the room only a five year old toodler could do.

So running while giggling and screaming out of happiness. In his tiny black claws a self drawn picture of him and his "mommy".

That or stick figures. It was kinda hard to tell.

The little monster stampeded his way across the room to where his mother was standing, the picture held high above his head as supreme proof of his success. His scaly check had a blue line on it, no doubt from his marker as he filled out chest area of the picture. The same color as his hoodie. It was a simple thing. Blue, as mentioned, with a flaming football in it.

She had no idea why he liked it so much. He didn't even play football.

Not that it mattered now anyway.

As her little monster showed her the picture she had a hard time being angry at him. It was like being angry at a puppy.

A black, scaly and talking puppy.

Behind her Glynda could hear the low chuckles of her superior.

Ozpin was a strange man. Aloof, seemingly disinterested with the usual paperwork. But that façade hid a keen intellect and incredible drive. Course only a handful of people ever saw this man become serious. Glynda was one of these few.

Why do you think she works for him?

"Mommy! Look at the picture I drew!" the little lizard presented her the picture like some sort of sacrifice to some kind of strange eldritch deity.

Y'know. Pictures for the picture throne. Color for the color good.

"Y-yes. That's very nice Nix but mommy is currently working." Glynda bended a little putting her hand on her knee for support as she talked down to Nixs.

Realisation hit the small lizard like a train. His green eyes went from cheery to distressed in a manor of seconds. To this day it surprised her how despite his inhuman looks Nix could be so human.

It surprised her when started talking a year after she decided to take him in. It shocked her when he began mimicking most of the things she does. It blew her mind when he decided to learn to read.

On his own choosing.

Oum bless his adorable scaly little head.

Nix quickly ran beside her and looked at Ozpin with a pleading look.

"I am shorry mishter Ozshpin."

Oum, that lisp.

The man gave him a kind look. How Ozpin managed to look so incredibly bored one second and so incredibly happy the next was mistery to her.

He was probably happy Nix bursted in like that.

Does he even know the word "Work ethic."

A slight chuckle escaped Ozpins lips as Nix started to bow profusely.

"Don't worry Nix. We were done now anyway."

No they weren't! But the duke of laziness continued his reign of minor annoyance,

"Glynda why don't you take the rest of the day off? Spend some time with Nix. This can wait till later."

How someone could sound so incredibly forthcoming yet deliberately evil is beyond her. She wants to finish the work they were doing. The students information wasn't gonna catalogue itself! But, like the bastard that he was, Ozpin forced her hand. If she didn't go with Nix, her son might think she wouldn't want spend time with her.

That was the furthest from the truth. She loved the little rascal. The decision to take him in was abrupt and unplanned, but the love she began feeling for him was true.

She didn't have anything against Ozpins more manipulative side. He mostly used it for the betterment of everyone.

Now he is using it so he can get back at his habit of sipping gallons of coffe, extremely good coffe, but still coffe. And watching Dustflix. Curse that thing.

And the multitude of series and movies which it provided.

Glynda took a respective bow before she held onto Nixs hand.

"Well, if you insist. Thank you mister Ozpin. And again sorry for the interruption ."

Ozpin waved it off.

"Don't mention it."

Course he said that as the lazy bum that he is,

Nix waved at the man as he left the room with her.

"Goodbye mistah Ozhpin!" He seemed very happy at the prospect of spending time with her.

Cute little rascal that he is.

They made their way to their room, a gift from Ozpin when he hired her. It was the second largest room in the school. She asked once who has the biggest. Ozpin said that it was himself.

Why?

I quote "I am the headmaster. Who else do you think deserves it?"

Back then she thought it was obviously cause as Headmaster of one of the most prestigious Academies who else would deserve this honor? It was later that she decided that it was infact her cause she dealt with all his crap.

Seriously, the money he spends on coffe is jawdropping.

Still, its better then most.

Just not Ozpins.

That bothered her for some reason.

Beside her Nix was happily trudging along completely and utterly ignorant of his mothers plights concerning her boss and the looks some of the students gave him. Tough none of them dared to look for long.

Despite working at Beacon for only six months Glynda has archieved a status of "Top Dog" with the students. It was simple really.

They don't mess with Nix and listen to her and inturn she dosent make their life a living hell.

A very fair deal.

Despite the fear the student had of her no matter how well founded it was, it didn't stop the stares.

She couldn't blame them. Its in our nature to fear the unknown. The only thing left for her to do was protect Nix.

And she'll be dammed if she ever failed at that.