Now, since I will be on a holiday (footnotes for more info, thank you) for a while, I decided to look at my fics in hiatus and write a bit. I was torn between Hellbent and Beacon Café, since both of them lacked only a few thousands words to reach the word count I set for those fics. But since Hellbent already had 3 chapters agains the 2 of Beacon Café, I opted to write this. Beware: it's not serious.

Anyway, enjoy the chapter.

"Where have you been all week?", exclaimed Weiss, arms crossed over her chest. "Ever since Yang and I argued and you and Ruby decided to give us some space, you've been incredibly absent"

Pyrrha shrank back in her seat and shrugged vaguely.

Professor Oobleck, meanwhile, was zapping back and forth, rambling on the Faunus War, time and again taking a sip from his thermos. Team RWYN and Team BRVE were sitting one behind the other, taking up a row each. Yang and Ruby hadn't mentioned Pyrrha's continuous absence from the dorm, but Weiss seemed to be going to extract the truth from her partner.

"Pyrrha, what was that?", she asked, icy. "Where have you been?".

She gave another shrug. "I worked at Jaune's café", she replied timidly.

Weiss's eyebrows went so high they disappeared into her hair. "You?", she asked, incredulous. "Working to set up a bar? For that dolt?".

"Hey!", whisper-yelled Ruby. "Jaune's not a dolt!".

Pyrrha shrank even further in her seat and nodded.

"How dare he ask you to work for him in such an indecorous manner!". Weiss was outraged. "I'll speak personally to him to clear the misunderstanding. I'll see him as soon as classes end. I would do it between classes, but his café is a bit too hidden for me to reach it without taking time from classes".

"Weiss, you don't have to", said Pyrrha, biting her lip. She and Jaune hadn't talked much, almost not at all, but the boy was simply an unstoppable friendly presence. Even when she didn't reply, he had continued to smile and speak, talking about the coffees and teas and everything he could do for the café, time and again asking her about her grades or how Beacon looked like to her, and those got a few answers... usually. She enjoyed Jaune's presence, but she felt his naturalness was only due to her not telling him her surname. He should've recognized her by her looks, but there was no doubt he hadn't, since he had treated her like a normal person ever since she had accepted his offer. And every evening she ended up accepting another tea, always different. He had talked so much about those that now she knew over forty blends of tea, fifteen of coffee and more than two dozens different drinks. Even though she didn't talk, she didn't want to lose Jaune's naturalness.

"I know I don't have to", replied Weiss, snappy. "But I hate to see an important person such as yourself being treated like a nobody. A job... does he even know you could probably buy all his miserable business on your own?".

She cringed. Just slightly less awkward and horrible than being always under the spotlight for her fame was when she had to interact with people who had significantly less money than she did. "Weiss, there is no need...".

"Of course there is!", retorted Weiss, interrupting her. "He should pay you respect".

Pyrrha felt miserable trying to come up with a polite yet firm answer, but then she gave up and decided instead to answer Oobleck's question about the Faunus War. As she heard a scoff coming from a few rows back, she turned and frowned at Cardin, who noticed and scoffed again.

"The right answer's that it's easier to train an animal than a soldier", he spat viciously. Pyrrha narrowed her eyes. She really liked him more when he wasn't faking himself all big and tough to impress his teammates.

"You're not the most open minded of people, are you, Cardin?", snorted Blake from a row above her.

"What?", he drawled with venom. "You got a problem?".

"What if she does?", growled Yang from beside Ruby, who sighed deeply. "And what if I do?".

"Students, please, sit down", said Professor Oobleck, tensely. "Mr Winchester, please stay after class".

Cardin scowled and sat again, arms crossed in defiance, grumbling something under his breath. Just as Oobleck returned to his lesson, however, there were three knocks at the door. "Come in, please".

Half-expecting Professor Goodwitch to step in and give detention to the whole class -Professor Oobleck included- just for fun, the students were surprised to see instead a blond boy no older than they were, dressed with black trouser and a black jacket over a white shirt. Pyrrha, Ruby and Yang recognized Jaune immediately, but they were taken aback by the large thermos he was holding.

Wordlessly, he strode over to Oobleck's desk and set the thermos down, nodding once at the professor and then at the class in acknowledgement. The green-haired hyperactive man seemed pleased. "Thank you, Mr Arc", he said appreciatively. "Perfect timing".

"It has been a pleasure, Dr Oobleck". Jaune nodded once more with a smile and then exited the room. Oobleck smiled lightly as he picked up the thermos and took a sip of coffee, humming in bliss. The boy surely knew how to brew a coffee.

The professor began talking once more, but then he stopped at the curious and surprised faces of the students, and chuckled knowingly. "Very well, I guess I won't receive attention from you until your curiosity is satisfied", he said. "Do you have questions?".

"Who was that?", asked Weiss, frowning, and her teammates mentally face-palmed. "Why did he barged in during class?".

"I had ordered a coffee from Mr Arc this morning, and I asked him to bring it to me during class, so for me to have coffee to drink", he explained lightly, and Weiss's eyes narrowed. "He somehow managed to convince Miss Goodwitch to let Headmaster Ozpin rent him a local here in Beacon for him to open up a café".

"Will we be able to ask for drinks during lessons too?", asked Nora, grinning. "And pancakes?".

"I'm afraid that this has been the exception, Miss Valkyrie. Mr Arc's café won't be open during lessons to avoid exactly those inconveniences", replied Oobleck. "However, Saint... I mean, Headmaster Ozpin has managed to convince him to `bend the rules` for us professors, so for us to possibly avoid creeping off the students by visiting the local while it's full".

"Since when there is a café in Beacon?", asked Weiss.

"Mr Arc went to the Headmaster during the day of your arrival here at Beacon, and with him he discussed his idea for business". Oobleck took another sip of coffee. "Ozpin was pleased with his curriculum and skills, and he rented him a local, although it's a bit difficult to reach. Now, if you don't mind, I'd prefer we go back to our lesson. And yes, Mr Winchester, you still have detention with me after class".

Cardin grumbled unhappily, but shrank back into his seat as soon as the professor turned to regard him with a raised eyebrow and an amused expression. "Uhm... yessir".

"Perfect", intoned Oobleck, returning to his usual lighting-fast pacing. "Now, we were talking about how General Lagune lost the battle at Fort Castle...".

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Professor Port's class was no less boring than Professor Port's last class, or the one before that. All of Port's classes were boring. Port himself was boring. The very atmosphere of his class was boring. The way Port talked was boring. Port's stories were boring. Port's enthusiastic gestures while talking were boring. Port's choice of clothes was boring. Port's very voice was boring. Even how people talked about Port's classes was boring.

Needless to say, half the class was sleeping, and the other half wasn't paying attention.

"It would be so cool, Weiss!", Ruby whispered to her teammate. "Imagine it: Crescent Rose, in bazooka mode!".

"I highly doubt your style is compatible with an antitank infantry weapon such as a portable rocket launcher", sniffed Weiss, glaring imperiously at her. "You already have absurd weapons such as a scythe and a rifle. Besides, I don't think Valkyrie would appreciate you copying her style".

"But Nora has a grenade launcher!", retorted Ruby. "It's different! Besides, we see her only in class, and we never talk, so she would never find out!".

"Until you use it in a training match", flatly replied Weiss, not giving ground. "Your idea of a bazooka is childish and ill-thought. The design of your weapons should change significantly in order for you to use it as an antitank launcher".

"Then help instead of scoffing!", pouted the crimsonette, scowling at her.

"I am helping. I am helping you avoid the bad decision it would be to modify your... weapon... into a bazooka", icily shot back the heiress. "You aren't a weapon expert, Ruby. You are obsessed by weapons, that is different. Your uncle helped you in order for you not to mess up like you usually do".

Ruby deflated. "W-What do y-you mean "like I usually do"? I-I... I don't m-mess up usually".

"Yes, yes you do", tactlessly stated Weiss. "You mess up most of the times. And in terrible ways, too. Haven't I already told you so?".

Ruby slumped in her seat. "But I...".

"But you are you: a mess too young to be attending Beacon and that has probably cheated her way in", declared the heiress. "For your age, you're a prodigy with your scythe. But in case you haven't noticed, there are many here who could beat you. Some even easily, like me, Pyrrha and Yang just to speak of this team".

Ruby's eyes were downcast now. "Weiss, I...".

"Don't `Weiss` me, Ruby Rose", she admonished. "It's clear you are above your age's average, and it's also clear you're probably among average for the students here at Beacon... in combat prowess".

Ruby squirmed uncomfortably.

"But in actual knowledge, or theoretical studies, or anything else? You're far below Beacon's average", she hissed. "And instead of playing videogames, and stuffing yourself with cookies, and read comics, you should study and catch up with all the others!".

"But Weiss, you had two years more than me!", she protested.

"Then you shouldn't have cheated your way into Beacon, hadn't you been able to keep up", retorted the heiress without a hint of compassion. "And before you try and protest: it's obvious you cheated your way in. Nobody so young, so light-hearted, so naive, so uncultured could be accepted into Beacon. Contrary to popular belief, Huntsmen aren't just `big awesome warriors` that fights for the protection of people. They are learned warriors as well".

Ruby stared at her, eyes wide and unmoving.

Without as much as a care in the world, Weiss scoffed and turned, mumbling something about idiotic teammates. "It's time you learn what reality is, Ruby. Being a Huntress isn't gonna be just hacking through Grimm. If you don't want to fail, then you have to study". She sat rigidly for a second before sighing and deflating. "Ruby... as much as I dislike the fact that you've been made leader instead of me... it does not mean I want to see you fail".

Now Ruby was frozen in surprise.

Weiss sighed again and turned to face her. Her expression was fractionally softer now. "You are two years younger. As I said, you're a prodigy with your scythe, for your age... but you shouldn't let this make you think you're already graduated. You need to study and train, the former much more than the latter. You lost two years' worth of study, Ruby, and that's a lot". Weiss brought her hands up to her face and sighed for a third time. "I don't know what else to do, Ruby. I give up. You want to become a Huntress and you intend to do so just by fighting? Have it your way. I'm telling you that you won't ever graduate here at Beacon just by fighting. Combat is just one of the classes. The others may interest you less... but they're important, too".

In the background, Port continued to ramble on.

"I've tried to make you study, or anything but playing and eating cookies... but it doesn't work". Weiss regained her composure and glared at her. "You chose to ignore me, and now I'll ignore you. Good luck with becoming a Huntress, Ruby. Since you hate me so much, I won't try and tell you what to do any more".

Ruby wasn't dumbstruck. She was thunderstruck.

Weiss had tried to help her?

"Weiss, I...", she began, but the heiress just scoffed and turned away, offended.

"I told you not to `Weiss` me, Ruby", she glowered at the ceiling. "And I won't discuss the matter further, not with you, not with anyone. You're on your own until you prove me you want to follow my counsel, and you simply can't do it all by yourself. I tried to meet you halfway, but you were stubborn. Now it's my turn to be unmovable".

Ruby slumped in her seat. Great. 'Where am I going to study? What am I going to study? How am I going to study?', she wondered. 'And since when I want to study? I'm good with Crescent Rose. That's enough, right?'.

'...'.

'Right?'.

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"I'm dead", announced Ruby, crashing on the seat next to Yang. "Team RWYN, announcement: I'm dead".

"You already said that", noted Yang.

"It means I'm doubly dead", sighed Ruby, shooting a glance to Weiss and Pyrrha who were eating in silence. At another table she could see Team BRVE, but they too looked pretty off. Lie Ren and Nora Valkyrie, a black-haired boy and a carrothead girl, sat on one side of the table, chatting idly among themselves. Blake Belladonna and Evan Thornbush, a girl with a bow on her head and a bear faunus boy, sat on the other table, talking in whispers and shooting furtive glares at the other two members of their team.

Strange people.

"Why should you be doubly dead?", asked Yang. "What's gone wrong?".

"What's gone wrong? Apart from pissing Weiss off seriously, being a mess-up and knowing basically nothing of being a Huntress apart from fighting?". She gave a short, humourless laugh. "Nothing then... just peachy".

"Okay sis, you got me worried here", said Yang, abandoning her food to turn and face her sister. "What's wrong?".

"Nothing".

"Ruby, you know I know something's wrong", retorted the blonde. "And you know I know you know".

"Ugh, fine! I messed up, and now Weiss's mad at me. And I mean seriously", replied Ruby, throwing her arms up in the air. "Turns out she was being a brat because she wanted me to learn, because I'm not good enough at non-combat related classes, and she thinks I'm gonna get kicked out if I don't study".

"Brat", noted Yang.

"She may be a brat, but she may also be right!", she freaked out. "You know how bad I am at theoretical lessons. I stink at them".

"Yeah, you do", shrugged Yang.

"Jeez, thanks sis", drawled Ruby, sarcastic.

"But that's it. You don't need theoretical lessons. Take me: I'm big. I'm strong. I'm good. Perfect trio for a Huntress. I kick asses. A lot". She smirked. "As you do. That's what you need to become a Huntress. You have to be strong, skilled at combat, and hot. The rest is trash".

"Is it, though?", asked Ruby. "There will be exams at the end of the school year... how am I supposed to pass them if I know nothing about anything else than combat?".

"Pfft... how many of the students you see here is actually interested in studying that stuff?", asked Yang with a smirk. "Let me tell you: less than fifty percent. The others are here to kick asses and have their own handed to them by someone stronger".

"But Yang... then why there are classes on those?", asked Ruby. "I mean... there must be a reason for all those, right?".

"Mmh... maybe they just want to bore us to death and test our endurance", joked Yang. "Port could very well be doing that".

"Yang, that's serious!".

"Come on, sis, Ozpin let you in two years earlier. It must be obvious he doesn't consider theoretical lessons to be important, otherwise you wouldn't have been accepted into Beacon at all".

Ruby slumped in her seat. "I don't know what to do", she wailed.

"Then take some advice", said her sister. "Take your mind off the problem for a while. It works more often than you'd think".

Ruby rubbed her eyes tiredly. "I'll see".

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"And with that, it's done!", he declared with a triumphant grin. "Took a while, but it's done!".

Team RWYN could only watch in confusion as Jaune began preparing a tea, a glass of milk, a can of soda, a hot chocolate and a strong coffee for the five of them. Confusion as for how could the man be so cheerful after having worked for seven hours -not straight- in his local. Yes, it was true that the pub was now completely ready to open, but how could a boy no older than them take satisfaction in a business like that was beyond their ability of comprehension.

"Thanks Jaune", purred Yang as she took her soda, but he was so lost in his preparations that he completely missed the flirty tone, much to Yang's disappointment.

Ruby grinned as he placed a large glass of milk in front of her. He was the first to avoid commenting on her habit. "Thanks Jaune, you're the best".

"How can you say he's the best when you know only one bartender, and that's him?", retorted Weiss, accepting her coffee with a curt nod. "There might be someone more skilled out of Beacon".

"Exactly: he's the best she has ever met", interjected Yang.

"Great comparison".

"Well, it's already something. You didn't even thank him for the coffee", she retorted with a snort. Weiss scoffed and turned.

Pyrrha took her tea with a quiet thanks, and after everyone was served, Jaune picked up his chocolate too.

"So... what's up, girls?", he said conversationally. "Any news from outside my café?".

"Usual things, Jauney", shrugged Yang. "Lessons, lessons, lessons and then lunch. Lessons in the afternoons... sometimes... and then fun. Usually Vale for shopping or something like that".

Jaune smirked subtly. 'I told you, Ozpin, you have no entertainment here', he thought triumphantly. 'I was right'. He had a point against the wise Headmaster. Now they weren't four millions to zero any more, but four millions to one. How satisfying. In just a week, he had come to know that the Headmaster had the annoying habit to be always right. And, just like everyone else, Jaune hated that habit of his. And now he had been right against him.

For some reason, it felt to him like he still had lost.

"I can understand that. Since I won't be working when there are classes, I sometimes go to Vale to hit the arcade, or a discotheque, or the library", he nodded. "Here there's not much to do, honestly".

"Yeah, it's soo boring", complained Yang, rolling her eyes. "Luckily the arena is free for anyone to use it".

Jaune gave her a flat stare. "Don't you break your bones enough times against the Grimm and during combat class?".

"It's never enough, honey", she winked at him, making him blush and look away. Coughing once to clear his cheeks from the redness, he turned back to them.

"Well, while I'm sorry you guys... girls are being bored out of your minds here in Beacon, I guess that will actually help me with my local", he noted idly. "Not to be mean nor anything, of course, but one of the reasons I chose to set up here in Beacon is because while Vale has dozens upon dozens of pubs and cafés, Beacon only has the cafeteria". He grimace. "And... well, one can live eating that stuff, but sometimes I think you students would prefer eating bread that isn't as hard as your weapons, or turkeys that are frankly barely cooked".

Despite the differences among them, the four girls all winced in unison. He was right. Not like the cafeteria's food wasn't healthy. And it wasn't even all that foul-tasting. It was that they basically had to use their Aura to chew the bread, and Yang usually heated up most things with her Semblance anyway. A mess like Beacon's had the advantage of not forcing the students to go to Vale twice a day for the meals, but it also meant that their food often wasn't all that good. It lacked the personal touch of someone cooking for them and not just for the whole students' body. The opening of Jaune's café was going to be a boon for the students of Beacon, even though it still couldn't provide entertainment like an arcade, a club or a discotheque in Vale. Especially because Goodwitch would probably murder him if he were to try and dare mention the idea to her. Ozpin might've agreed, though.

"Yeah, you're right on that", sighed Yang. "I mean, I get that Beacon's cooks aren't wizards and can't make everything right, but we've been here for... how long? Two weeks? Three? And we're already sick of the cafeteria's food. It's healthy? Yeah. It's good? Kinda. It's something you want to eat? Not in a thousand years". She shrugged almost apologetically, maybe sorry for having basically insulted the cooks, maybe not. "I still don't know what food will you sell here but hey, it's kinda hard to do worse. Yours might not be as healthy and balanced as Beacon's, but it surely will be a lot easier and more pleasant to eat".

Jaune chuckled and shook his head. "I knew Beacon had problems with its mess, but I didn't know they were this bad", he commented lightly, his hair falling over his eyes to cover the blue with gold. "I guess that's why the students are so eager to go to Vale every day. I swear, there are at least three Bullheads that only fly the route Vale-Beacon. Only for the students. It was time someone opened something here". What he didn't say, of course, was that he would've absolutely chosen being a student of Beacon and having to fly over to Vale every day, instead of being a bartender at Beacon and not having to go to Vale every day.

"Speaking of the opening of this local, I think we have something to discuss, Mr Arc", stated Weiss, stubbornly referring to him as `Mr Arc` even after he had asked them all, several times, to just be called Jaune. He turned to face her with a smile and nodded, urging her to go on. "I've been informed today that you recruited one of my teammates to help you with grunt work here in the café".

Jaune blinked and awkwardly scratched the back of his head. "Ehm... yes, I guess I did", he admitted with a little shrug. It wasn't like he had kept it a secret. "Actually, I was helped by all your teammates. Pyrrha and Yang are really strong so I had them use that strength of theirs, while Ruby helped with the smaller tasks... even if I'm pretty sure she's still stronger than I am".

Ruby shrugged apologetically. Aura was hardly a fair advantage, after all.

"I do not care about Xiao Long nor Rose", continued Weiss, her eyes trying to bore a hole into Jaune's skull. The boy seemed to get more and more on edge the more she stared at him, so that was good. "But I do care about Pyrrha. Do you have any idea who you are hiring for grunt work?".

Jaune scratched the back of his head sheepishly before shrugging slightly. "Kind of? She's really quiet when she's here so I don't really know where she's from nor anything. I haven't caught her surname yet, either", he explained. "But she seems nice and kind so... I guess my answer is I kind of know her? A little? Fifty percent?".

Weiss sighed. "Mr Arc, she". She pointed at Pyrrha for emphasis. "Is Pyrrha Nikos".

Whatever was the reaction she was expected, it definitely wasn't the one she received. Jaune blinked and turned to Pyrrha, who seemed halfway through mastering the art of merging with the counter and the seat. Then he smiled awkwardly. "Nice name", he complimented lamely, not really knowing what to say. Yeah, now he knew her surname. Not like that changed anything.

Weiss, though, had other ideas, and frowned when he obviously didn't react the way she had expected him to. "She graduated at the top of her class at Sanctum", she specified coldly, eyes narrowing at him when he looked confused before shrugging.

"Never heard of it".

Now a tick mark was appearing on the heiress's forehead. If anyone noticed, they kept wisely kept quiet about it. With evident difficulty she took a deep breath, probably telling herself to stay calm. "She won the Mistral Regional Tournament", Weiss explained almost patiently, as if speaking to a demented child who couldn't understand difficult words. She really wasn't one for niceness. "Four times in a row", she added, trying to get her point across, but Jaune's expression remained blank. "A new record", she strained the last word, but the blond simply blinked back at her in a way that made her want to tear those eyelids off.

"The what?".

Weiss's hands almost clenched. How could someone be so daring as to open a local in Beacon Academy for Huntsmen and Huntresses and not know about Pyrrha Nikos? Heck, even in Atlas most civilians knew about her. "She's on the front of every Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Flakes box!", she shouted at the bartender, loud enough to startle him. His flinch had been just enough to agitate his hot chocolate, that he was still holding in his hand, and to pour it right on the boy's shirt. While the ruining of the shirt itself wasn't a big problem, since he had chosen it for the grunt work, the sheer temperature of the beverage was kinda troubling for Jaune as he winced and began cursing between gritted teeth as he unbuttoned the shirt and tossed it aside, choosing to remain with his navy blue undershirt instead of keeping on something as hot as that.

While Yang was freely laughing and Pyrrha stifling her giggles behind a hand, Ruby frowned at the white-themed Huntress. "Weiss! Be careful, we just finished cleaning!", she scolded her, hands on her hips for more emphasis. It didn't impress the heiress, but that was beyond the point. "Also, it's not nice to make people burn themselves and waste hot chocolate".

Weiss sighed in exasperation. "So you don't know who she is at all?", she asked, a tick mark clear on her forehead, just below the hairline. Jaune stopped wincing to look at Pyrrha and tilting his head sideways before his eyes widened.

"Oh, she's the girl on Pumpkin Pete's!", he nodded with a smile. "That's nice to know! Must've been interesting, Pyrrha".

The girl, taken aback by both his ignorance of her fame and the sudden question, shrugged weakly. "It was pretty interesting", she agreed meekly. "Unfortunately the cereal is really unhealthy...".

"Ah, well, all that is good is unhealthy", commented Yang with a smirk. "What's better than fighting Grimm? Nothing. Yet people call it dangerous to the point you need to be trained for almost a decade before they give you the license to do so".

Jaune sighed and looked at her with a weary smile. "Is it really that fun?", he asked with a little melancholy. "Being a Huntsman has always been my dream ever since I was little, you know?".

Ruby went wide-eyed at that and zapped over to him with her Semblance. "Oh my Oum, Jaune, I'm so sorry, it must've felt terrible for you to listen to us all brag about being Huntresses while you wanted to but couldn't!".

Yang smirked, slightly mortified by the same realization but teasing nonetheless. "Well, at least he got to know girls as hot as us", she said, elbowing him slightly in his side and making him wince. Ops... "Isn't that a plus in your wish list?".

Jaune massaged the hit spot with a sigh. "Yeah... kind of", he shrugged. "I mean, you're nice and all but... I kinda would've liked to get to know you as another student". He shook his head to clear it from the depressing thoughts. "Well, I'm kinda glad I didn't, though, otherwise I might have just splattered on the forest's ground during initiation, if what you told me is anything to go by", he commented lightly.

Ruby, Yang and Pyrrha looked horrified by the mental image, but Weiss was still frowning. "Do you really not know who she is?", the heiress asked in a last attempt to save her partner's reputation from ignorant bartenders. "Nothing at all? Pyrrha Nikos. Ring any bells? Is any of this reaching that pea-sized brain of yours and turning into data for you to understand?".

Jaune blinked at the insult, not really knowing how to react to being flat-out insulted just because he didn't know someone, and not really knowing if he should snap back, given how she could probably kill him without using weapon, Aura nor Semblance. Probably with just her glares. "Ehm... okay?", he tried for the meek way, but from the way Weiss's eyes narrowed, it wasn't the right way. "Ehm... sure? I do? I mean, why's all this a big deal? Not to offend her nor anything, but I still don't know Yang's surname, either... is this any different? And I don't think I've even told you my surname. Is hers different?". His eyes widened slightly. "Wait, does it mean something special? I mean, Ruby's pretty obvious, Weiss's means `snow` and I guess it fits, Yang's... I don't know, and yours? Does it mean anything?".

Pyrrha blinked in shock before shaking her head slightly. "Not that I know of".

Weiss was staring at him in disbelief. He couldn't have just said that... could he? She had just told him of Pyrrha's achievements and he had just focused on her surname. Was he doing it on purpose? Her eyes narrowed. Yeah, he must've been doing it on purpose. No one was that ignorant or dismissive toward renowned champions. Just the thought of it made her want to kill him. To take that nice red tablecloth on the table on her right and wrap it around his neck really really tight. He would first start to gasp and flail, then turn blue and eventually stop moving. Her tick mark pulsed one last time before it faded. She sighed.

'It's just not worth the jail time'.

That's a something I have to tell myself several times a day.

So, I said something about a holiday. Yep. From July the 21st to August the 2nd I'll go back to my home country, Italy. I'll have to take a plane for the first time in my life. I'll have to take a bus for the first time in my life. I'll have to endure something like 10 hours of travel. And I'll have to do it all on my own since no one in my family can/want to come with me. I just hope for it to be worth the hassle...

Sorry for having dropped this fic for so long, but I'm... well, me, and that should explain everything. When I have inspiration for something I usually follow it into the grave.

Until next time,

Khor Evik Vlakhavlakh