Glynda Reacts to Diary of Glynda Goodwitch, Part 3!

A/N: Welcome, one and all, to Weiss Reacts! Now, for once, we'll be focusing on the underfocused faculty of Beacon, like Glynda and stuff. We'll be devoting a small arc to Glynda and friends! Let's do this. Don't worry, you'll have your Weiss back soon- Yang would probably murder me if I didn't as half her screen time is based on hers and we all know how Yang likes her screen time.

Let's get this chapter on the way! We'll be covering chapters 51 onwards tonight, and whatever chapters aren't covered tonight will be covered in Thursday's chapter.

DISCLAIMER: RWBY does not belong to me, otherwise there would be far more gunslingers (fanfic authors, here's your cue to make cowboy expies).

Diary of Glynda Goodwitch belongs to Half-Blind Otaku.

All mentioned characters and franchises belong to their respective creators.

"Is this entirely necessary?" Glynda sighed, fixing her glasses as she loaded a heavy, rigid leatherbound case onto the large silver bus outside Beacon's gate.

"Of course." Ozpin fixed his glasses. "It would be an excellent opportunity."
"For Cinder to execute her typical insanity?" Glynda scoffed. "I think not."
"Glynda." Ozpin frowned, crossing his arms. "You know you've been working for a year without breaks."

"Because I don't need any-"
"Trust me, Glynda." He grasped her shoulder, causing her to blush somewhat. "You need one."
"Y-yes, Ozpin."

Ozpin had invited all available staff for a small escapade to a beach owned by the Schnee family- ostensibly to promote relaxation, for a three day holiday away from the stresses of Beacon. This included Glynda, despite her protests- the only staff left were the perennially hard-working Professor Peach, the medical staff, Tukson and the caretaking apprentices, along with several other teachers who'd declined the offer. It was reasoned, with Siegmund Schnee safely locked away in prison, this time for good, and with the lowest Grimm numbers in ages, it was safe to leave Beacon in the hands of relatively little staff.

And it wasn't as if the students were defenceless anyway, given that they had managed to smuggle tanks, planes and giant robots into the place without him noticing. They were probably safe without them for three days.

Still, Glynda was unsure about this trip, what with Cinder going along- arguable much worse than having Yang and all of 'Team Antic' in attendance- and her general wariness, built up over years of Hunting-

"Come on, Glynda, cheer up!"

Professor Port laughed uproariously, patting her on the back and nearly making her drop the briefcase- more out of surprise than out of weakness, though the literal hunter did sometimes lack a handle on his own strength.

"Peter." Glynda calmly intoned. "I nearly dropped my briefcase. Please, do not pat me so hard on the back next time..."

"My jubilation simply needs to be expressed in a manner befitting!" Peter roared proudly, before packing a long, dark leather case- containing his own weapon, the infamous blunderbuss-axe- into the luggage compartment.

The stern instructor merely shook her head and boarded the bus, sighing to herself.

"This is going to be a long three days."

"Glyndaaaa~" Cinder sidled up to her, grinning. Glynda rubbed her temples, irritated.

"...yes, Cinder?"
"Teehee...I have a secret I want you to know~"

"Alright, that's the last of them!" Peter called from the front of the bus, helping Tohru on board and shutting the door behind him. The bus driver nodded and turned on the ignition, beginning to drive off from the Beacon gates.

Glynda sighed, reading the latest reprint of Wizards of Romance. "What?"
"Your diary~" The pyromancer giggled, holding up the second volume of her old diary, giggling as Glynda stared at her, blanching in embarrassment.

"Y-you WHAT?!"

"Guess where I found this beauty?" Cinder winked at her mischievously.

"No." Glynda shook her head. "You didn't."
"I did."

"...you broke into my chest, that I managed to finally install a coded lock on-"
"With a crowbar." Cinder waved her off dismissively before giggling insanely. "Now, I'd tease you about reading your porn again-"
"Dammit, this is a RESPECTABLE SERIES OF RESPECTABLE BOOKS WRITTEN WITH ARTFUL SCENES-"
"As I said, porn. Anyway, I'd tease you about it, but I'd rather get to the juicy stuff you write about us~"

Glynda groaned visibly, at least thankful that neither Chieri nor Yin were present staff members and that Yuko was sound asleep at the back, having been dragged out of bed after forgetting she was even going on the trip in the first place.

"What will it take you to not read out my diary to the whole bus?"
"Oh, you can't afford my price, dear." Cinder smirked. "You're just going to have to sit there and deal with it~

Ah, where did we leave off? Ah, yes, entry fifty- when we all just started at Beacon. This ought to be fun."

"Damn you, Fall. Damn you...y-you i-idiot..." Glynda merely looked away and blushed.

This was going to be the longest bus trip she'd ever taken.

"Oooh, you even came up with a nice, convenient equation for the amount of antics we do!" Cinder squealed. "Isn't that just cute~?"
"S-shut up! I-It isn't as if I-I wanted to! Y-you people gave me a migraine! Y-you people are still giving me a migraine!" Glynda protested, shaking her head. Cinder sighed, leaning back in her chair and enjoying how easy it was to embarrass her.

"Oh my! I never knew you would swing that way, although I had my suspicions..." Cinder giggled at the mention of Yuko.

The instructor yelled at her even more. "I-It wasn't LIKE that! W-we were merely friends, n-nothing more!"

"We'll see about that. There's tons more juicy material for me to read here~" The pyromancer chuckled as she held the book out of reach of a squirming Glynda.

"G-give it back!"
"Nuh-uh-uh! You didn't say the magic word!"
"Cinder."

"Glynda~"

"Give it back."
"Nope! Not unless you say the magic word~"
"..." Glynda sighed audibly. 'If you're going to be so immature...'

"Fine. Give my diary back please."
"Nope!" Cinder smiled brightly. "And if you take it back, I'm going to release all your Mami cosplay pictures."
"You wouldn't dare."

"I would. And I would laugh maniacally while you squirm." The pyromancer pointed out. "I ran a criminal empire, dear, do you think sending out a few blackmail pictures of my dear, voluptuous...ahh, gifted friend in a tight corset and dress-"
"T-that's enough!" The instructor yelped, blushing and turning away. "Y-you win."
"Excellent." Cinder reopened the diary. "Nice to know I get what I want."

"I-Idiot..."

"I aspire to such an ideal." Cinder turned the page to the next entry, before laughing.

"Boundlessly modest my backside!"

Glynda grumbled. "I was a teenager. Young and stupid."
"We can argue the second point."
"N-nobody asked if you could!"

"Ahh...I remember this day!" The pyromancer sighed fondly, remembering Duke's bruised and battered self walking to the infirmary after Siegfried's legendary vengeance of his teammate. "Maaaan, he did not get out of that one well."
"Served him right." Glynda scoffed. "He shouldn't have-"
"You would prefer 'hug me' to 'squeeze me'? Dear, I think I know exactly what you'd prefer-"
"I-If you're going to root through my private belongings, at least have the decency to do it quickly!" Glynda snapped, blushing.

"Oh, a bit snappy, are we~"

Cinder was enjoying this. She really was. It was fun teasing Glynda.

"Lia Nikos?" Cinder whistled suggestively. "I know she's still one of the sexiest women in all of the Four Kingdoms, but-"
"All of her images were photochopped, dammit, photochopped! N-Not that I was ever into her, o-or anything!" Glynda snapped defensively.

Cinder shook her head slowly. "Oh, and Glynda, you do realise that being a bitter former 'not' fangirl means you used to be a non-fangirl of hers, right?"
"I-I was young and stupid!"

"Riiiiiight."Cinder rolled her eyes before reading the next entry. "Wait, you know who Emily Neves is?"

Glynda gave her a completely confused look. "Who?"

"...team Casting Gag. Really?" The pyromancer raised an eyebrow before shaking her head. "Dust, if you're going to make an voice actor allusion, at least know who you're talking about."

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. It just sounded like a nice thing to include!" Glynda responded. "It was Yuko's idea, anyway."

"Hah. If we were to get that Isara girl, Minako, that one sister of Jaune's- I think her name's Lucina or something?- and Tohru in a room, now that would be a casting gag" Cinder chuckled. "Let me tell you now. That would be a casting gag."
"I still don't know who this woman you're speaking about is and I don't understand what you mean." Glynda responded, absolutely deadpan.

"Pfft." The pyromancer waved her off. "Anyway...to the next entry..."

"Skanky Mc-Photoshop..." Glynda rolled her eyes. "I swear she-"
"I don't know how I didn't let 'Little Miss Pads-Her-Bra' through, but that was genius!" Cinder laughed. "Although Skanky Mc-Photoshop sounds just as good...

And all of the nosebleeds caused that day...I mean, I'm disappointed I didn't cause any of them, but still."

Glynda stared at her. "Cinder!"

"What? I didn't get named Beacon's sexiest teacher for nothing!"
"That was a poll you ran and you forced Roman to vote in."

"It wasn't forcing him, dear."
"It is if you threaten to deliberately starve yourself of burritos again." Glynda reminded her. "Do you even know what dealing with you with burritos is like?!"
Cinder smirked. "I know full well. Anyway...and really, you thought a simple alliance was going to stop our antics? You were so naive, it's cute~"

"D-don't say things like that, y-you moron! You sound perverted!"

"I can only tell the truth." Cinder shrugged. "I was pretty surprised you owned a Magical Momo outfit anyway-"
"IT WAS YIN'S"
"We all know it was yours, it had your name written in permanent marker on it, in your handwriting, which we matched to your Mami cosplay."

Cinder flipped the page, smirking. "Ah, I remember those days. The Horsemen and the Brigade..."

"...yeah, they were fun for you. Guess how much of a headache it was for me?!"

"Dear, you shouldn't get in the way of good antics then~"
"THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A GOOD ANTIC!"

"The First Great Antic War." Cinder sighed fondly, remembering the days of insanity that filled Beacon's halls with the gods of the Trope Pantheon, pies, cosplay launchers and what-have-you. "Those were the days indeed."
"Yep. You even enjoyed it enough that you got involved in the second one." Glynda rolled her eyes.

Cinder shrugged. "May I remind you, who completely annihilated the other fighters of that war? And who tried to use cosplay-pie cannons? You did.

He who fights monsters, Glynda..."
"I-I did what I had to!" The instructor retorted. "I-I wasn't doing it for antics!"
"Say what you like, I'm sure everyone believes you." Cinder snorted.

"And seriously, you tried to summon Yuki Kajiura? Unfair."

"I did what I had to." Glynda reminded her more forcefully.

The pyromancer shook her head and continued reading. "And the East Wing Concordat...the one you violated..."

"Miss Xiao Long violated it first!"
"I don't think we ever covered 'lusting after a sister of one of the accused' as violating it."

"Yes we did!"

"And anyway, you broke it worse." Cinder shrugged. "Need I remind you of what you did?"
"NO YOU DO NOT"

The pyromancer shrugged. "Suit yourself. Although, I think we should've added the clause of 'no summoning O-Homura-sama'...she might get pissed we're interrupting her Madoka time or something."

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the Reactsverse...

Homura sneezed. She was calmly watching over a sleeping Madoka.

"Hm. So that's what it feels like to have people to talk about me." The time-traveller quietly mused, watching her protectorate breathe in and out, completely unaware- and thankfully for her watcher, for her cheeks were slightly red.

Back upon the bus...
"Good Dust."
"Yep, pissing off a time-travelling lunatic with guns the size of this bus isn't ideal." Cinder pointed out. "Anyway...to your next entry..."

Glynda recalled with horrifying accuracy the day when the infamous Kotomi had attempted to rehearse with actual J-pop singers. "...never again."
"Pretty sure Ludwig turned prematurely grey because of that..." Cinder shuddered. "Poor guy..."
"Poor me for being trapped under Yin..."
"I'm sure you enjoyed that~"
"I told you, I-I do not and never had a crush on Yin!"

"Like you never had one on Chieri. Or Ozpin. Or Diarmuid. Or Lia. Or-"
"I GET YOUR POINT IS A TEENAGE GIRL NOT ALLOWED TO APPRECIATE A WELL-KEPT BODY WHEN SHE SEES ONE"

...

Cinder laughed raucously at the next entry. "You had an Ozpin shrine?"
"...it was a tasteful shrine, with only one picture and a couple of candles." Glynda pointed out, wounded.

"...you have good taste." Cinder whistled. "And really, you gave a hat that says you will amount to nothing to a sick little girl?!"
"In retrospect, that was a terrible idea!"
"No way." Cinder gave Glynda a deadpan look. "That probably screwed up your karma."
"This bus ride is probably payback."

"And deservedly." The pyromancer smirked, before flipping over to the next entry. It was her turn to blush.

"Hehe..."
"You morons lied to me about the Chieri thing..." Glynda grumbled.

"In my defense, Emmy isn't exactly the most reliable source-"

"YOU MADE US ALL LOOK LIKE MORONS!"
"You're the one who wanted to give her hugs and score a date with her~"
"I NEVER SAID THAT" The instructor snapped, blushing.

"At this rate, the subtext is so obvious you'd need to be blind not to see it." Cinder giggled, just watching Glynda resist the urge to strangle her right then and there.

"I swear...if it wasn't for the fact you probably have a backup plan...I would throttle you right here, right now..."
"Damn straight." Cinder giggled, swallowing slightly.

'Hopefully she never finds out I don't have a backup plan, otherwise I'm toast...'

"And anyway, I only did what a good friend would for Chieri!" Glynda snapped. "I would never exploit her!"

"You sur-"
"I am sure." The instructor stated calmly, but sternly. "Never."
"Wow, you got all serious. ANYWAY!" Cinder flipped over to the next entry in her diary.

"Wow, I remember this incident." Cinder whistled. "Fun times."
"A horde of zombie stacks of twigs and plushies does not make for a good camping experience!" Glynda snapped angrily.

"You're lucky Faust is in the back, otherwise she'd probably maul you for saying that." The pyromancer sighed. "Although I did score some moe pictures of scared Saki..."

"That is NOT moe!"

"Wait, so when Yin squeals like a little girl, that's moe, but when Saki's horrified because she's more of a coward than Roman, that's not?"
"YOU DON'T KNOW THE MEANING OF MOE!"

Cinder rolled her eyes. "You just want to squeeze Yin, don't you?"
"N-no!" The instructor shook her head vigorously. "W-why would you say that?!"
"All I'm saying, you seem to mention Yin a lot."

"Yin is and has always been just my friend! I just wanted to appreciate her adorableness, now quit talking like a boorish drunkard!"

"Hey!" Cinder looked offended. "I am not a drunkard! If you must know, I'm a burritoholic." She whipped a burrito out, opening the wrapper and eating it. "Want one? I bought loads"
"No thank you."

"Suit yourself." The pyromancer shrugged. "Anyway...woooow, you even wrote about the Frankenplushie incident. You really do like recording our lives, don't you? I'm going to need to keep this, I want to write my autobiography-"
"If you keep that diary, then I swear upon all the powers in this world that you will never sleep again."

Cinder shuddered. Suddenly, she didn't think Glynda was kidding- judging by the deadly calm look on her face.

"...y-yes, ma'am."
"Good." The instructor's resultant smile, Cinder swore, had just a hint of sadistic glee. "Now, can we hurry up? I would rather like my diary back."

"O-okay, Glynda, no need to start, erm, threatening insomnia." Cinder hurriedly flipped to the next page.

Cinder chuckled. "Oh, Neo, you never cease to amaze me."

"To this day, I regret taking pity upon that sorceress..." Glynda shuddered. "To see so many sweets..."

"Pfft. She was an amateur." Cinder scoffed. "I would've just wished for money to buy that many sweets, considering she flooded the whole damned campus with candy...although I did love the magical girl stri-"
"IT WASN'T LIKE THAT AND BESIDES WHAT KIND OF A PERVERT DRESSES LIKE THAT FOR THAT REASON?!"

Cinder motioned towards her neighbour. "Well, you, firstly-"

"Irrelevant, as I am neither perverted nor did I intend to wear it like that!" Glynda snapped.

"But there are enough people with that kinda kink out there. Just saying."
"Tch. It's just you and your soiled mind..."

The pyromancer shrugged. "At least I admit it."

"What are you implying?!"
"Many things~"
"Quit with your double-talk!"
"What doub-"
"JUST READ THE DIARY."

Cinder sighed, shaking her head. "And just fifteen minutes ago, you threatened to gut me for having this thing..."
"Y-yeah, well I-I just found it more convenient to keep you alive!"

"Still so immature." The pyromancer remarked. "You really haven't changed all that much from your teenage days."
"I will have you know I am far more dignified."

Cinder scoffed dismissively for the umpteenth time. "Hard to believe you're anything near dignified when you get nosebleeds over anything cute..."
...

"See? Even you called it a magical stripper outfit!" Cinder declared, pointing at the diary.

"No, I called it a Magical Momo outfit! How dare you imply that I would ever wear such an outfit?!"

"Because you did and we saw you do it and we have pictures of it?"
"Irrelevant! At least I got you back for that by making you eat that abomination they called octopus bread- which, by the way, doesn't count as bread if it's squirming!"

Cinder nodded, frowning. "Yes, if I recall, you hid all my burritos and made me eat it..."
Glynda adjusted her glasses. "Par for the course."

"Touché, Goodwitch." The pyromancer conceded. "Anyway, onwards we-hah! The Sports Festival!"
"Ah, yes, the one we ended up abolishing because it was declared so meaningless to a combat academy." Glynda sighed, shaking her head at the memory. "I still don't understand why we did that."
"Well, Roman's our Economics professor, so..." Cinder shrugged. "It's not like we don't have conventional subjects."

Glynda glared at her. "Irrelevant. Especially considering you cheated."
"Hey, if Andreas is allowed to whip drills out of nowhere and Emmy's allowed Gungnir, I'm allowed to burn stuff!" Cinder protested. "And your team cheated with that stupid rain dance!"
"Only because you kept burning the ball." Glynda reminded her.
"Yeah, yeah, same difference." Her opponent waved her off. "Now to read about-oh. So THAT'S what happened to you that Thursday!"
"Yes, because of you, Yin was mentally traumatised!"

"Not the person who keeps smutty magical girl doujinshi on public display~", teased Cinder.

The instructor glared right back at her. "And guess who hexed it and gave it to me in the first place?!"
"I know not who you speak of~" Cinder smirked. "You must be accusing a less innocent person than I~"
"You and I both know you put a hex on that thing."

"Nobody can prove anything. And you enjoyed being with a group of even bigger perverts than you-"
Glynda blushed, shaking her head. "I..I mean, they were only getting into character!"

"I don't recall Mami ever reading doujinshi of something tentacle r-"
"Okay, you've made your point!" Glynda cut her off brusquely. The pyromancer grinned.

"Glad to have been of service."

"You know, Emmy did tell me Grandpa Valkyrie wrangled a dragon once." Cinder mused. Glynda nodded, chuckling slightly.

"Yes, I've heard the story- he climbed on to the back of a Fafnir, wrenched it by the horns and-"
"Made it do his bidding." Cinder laughed. "I bet Alexander and Siegfried would have been frothing at the mouth if they'd heard about it when we did this mission..."
"Telling them would've been a terrible idea." Glynda shook her head. "In all likelihood, they would've tried."

"That would've been ridiculously badass, though!" The pyromancer whined. "Why would that be so bad?!"

"You try explaining riding a giant dragon Grimm all the way into Beacon."

"Conventional transports are for weaklings?" Cinder offered helpfully. Glynda facepalmed.

"You act so sane that sometimes, I forget I'm talking to one of the most insane women in all of the Four Kingdoms." The instructor sighed.

Cinder grinned, not even insulted by the epithet. "And proud of it~ Ahah...wait, Faust found your diary?! Faust?!"

Glynda blushed, crossing her arms over herself. "I-It was not a proud moment..."
"Why didn't you tell me?!"

"Why would I want to tell you?!"
"I'm hurt, you know!" Her neighbour blanched. "Why wouldn't you trust me?!"

"Because you're Cinder Fall."
"...that...actually...that makes sense." Cinder conceded. "Still, I have to read on, if only to figure out what Faust did to you in the end...wait, wait, she gave you love potion?!"
"I told her, I didn't have a crush on you!" Glynda snapped. "I didn't need the potion in the first place!"

"And she wanted you to be her wingman?" Cinder laughed, shaking her head and clutching her belly. "That's rich! She asked you of all people to be her wingman?! Why?!"

"Because she can keep a secret, and you wouldn't. And I can't allow anyone to know."

Glynda and Cinder froze, feeling a chill run down their neck.

"...Cinder...please tell me..." The instructor cringed, slowly turning around.

"...nope, that's her, alright."

Gretchen Faust was peering down at them, her long, brown hair hanging over her foggy glasses as she peered down at the pair with an ominous smile on her face.

"Now, Misses Fall and Goodwitch, what was that you were saying?"

To be continued...

A/N: Well, tomorrow will be the next chapter, and MAAAAN Cinder and Glynda are screwed. Also, sorry for the late upload- I only got home at seven the day before and I had a terrible headache, forcing me to go to bed earlier than usual.

So, I hope you enjoyed that, leave your ideas, comments, criticisms, suggestions, reviews and thoughts, and I hope you have a GREAT day! Until next time!