I don't own RWBY
There were certain things about being the Headmaster of Beacon Academy that Ozpin hated to his very being. One that was at the top of his list was interviewing for new staff. Today Ozpin was going to be interviewing a young graduate from Haven Academy who had majored in history and archeology. He had earned a PhD at the age of twenty-one, a rather impressive accomplishment for anyone. The young man also had a commendable record as a Huntsmen during his time at Haven. Ozpin let out a sigh and pressed the speaker button on his desk.
"Glynda, please send in Mr. Oobleck," he requested.
"Right away Sir," came her swift reply.
The elevator started on its way up and Ozpin wondered what this new candidate would be like. He pictured someone who was quiet, calm, and well mannered. There was a soft ding announcing the arrival of the elevator. The second the doors opened a green and tan streak shot out of the elevator car. Ozpin had just enough time to process this when he found a green haired man with perhaps the thickest glasses he had ever seen shacking his hand vigorously.
"Greetings Headmaster Ozpin, it is an honor to meet you. I am Dr. Bartholomew Oobleck," he said in such a rush that it took Ozpin a moment to process what the man had said.
"Uh…hello," Ozpin managed to say in confusion.
Oobleck looked like he was going to vibrate through the chair that he sat in. His appearance was a disheveled mess with mismatched socks and crooked collar. The young man was talking at such a speed that even Ozpin's time manipulation could barely keep up. Ozpin absent mindedly wondered what the younger man had to drink that morning and where the hell he could get some.
"Well Mr. Oobleck, it appears that you certainly know your history," said Ozpin as the interview came to an end.
"Thank you Headmaster, of course I am still learning," replied Oobleck.
"Good you are never to old to learn something. I have just one final question for you," Ozpin said, as he leaned in.
"Yes of course. What is it," asked Oobleck, leaning in eagerly.
"Coffee or tea," asked Ozpin with a serious look on his face.
Oobleck sat back in his chair in shock. Never had he thought would the Headmaster ask such a dangerous question. That question had cut short so many promising careers that the young man almost trembled at the thought of it. Oobleck paused for a moment to consider his answer, took a deep breath...
And was cut off by the evil author. I like to keep what Ozpin has in his cup a mystery. I know this is short but I wanted to give you all something to smile at. This one shot is brought to you by raw666 who wanted some interview stories. I will probably do a couple of these, hopefully longer. I'm trying to work out a system where I can update something once a week, wether it be 'After Hours' or my other stories. Until next time folks!