In the ballroom of Beacon, where new recruits spent the night before Initiation, a redhead with black tips wearing a shirt that went to her ankles greeted everyone with a smile and, "Hello, my name is Summer Rose. What's yours?"

The current person she asked laid on the ground and only gave a muffled, "Go away!" under their pillow. While Summer waited for answer, she got a muffled, "Shut up! Shut up!"

Still waiting.

The screaming stopped. A red left eye peered behind the pillow then quickly return behind the pillow.

"She's still there!" from under the pillow.

Peeking from behind the pillow again, "Why are you still here?" asked the red eyed blacked haired young woman.

"My name is Summer Rose," with that smile, "And I would like to know yours."

"Go away."

"Ok, Miss Go Away," looking around the room, "Do you know anyone here?"

After another round of muffled, "Aaaaaaaaa! She can't take a hint."

Holding her pillow against her chest, "My name is Raven Branwen."

Smiling, "Nice to meet you, Raven Branwen."

"Just Raven."

"Nice meet you, Just Raven."

Rolling her eyes, "Raven."

"Hello, Raven. My name is Summer."

"I get that your name is Summer. And what do you want?"

"Do you know anyone here?"

"No, I don't know anyone here."

"Then who's that boy you been talking to?"

"Who are you exactly talking about?"

Pointing, "Him?"

Following the direction of Summer's index finger, Raven rolled her eye.

"That's my twin brother, Qrow."

Wearing black sweat pants, it seemed he was flirting with some girl. Bet, he asked her, "Do you want to see my scythe?"

"Oh. How about him?"

This time she pointed to someone hiding their face behind an open book while leaning against a wall.

Grabbing Raven's arms, "Let's make a new friend," Summer said pulling Raven to her feet.

Raven was a head taller than Summer and had more muscle mass, yet she dragged Raven towards the book reader who wore yellow sweat pants with a black stripe long the pants leg and a white t-shirt.

Stopping, "Hello, I'm..."

"Summer Rose," said the book reader without putting his book down.

"How do you know my name."

"He knows because he heard you telling everyone in this room."

Flipping a page over without revealing his face, "That's correct, Miss Raven Branwen."

Prissy her lips, her eyes stared at the spine of the book. Art of Fighting without Fighting printed in faded gold lettering.

"Fighting without fighting isn't that a contradiction in terms," said Raven.

Lowering the book allowed a pair of striking blue eyes to peer over the edge of the book. Raven caught her breath. Those were the type of eyes that could peer into one's soul or can undress a woman by simply staring.

Those blue eyes return behind the book.

"Sometime strength doesn't win the battle."

"You believe in skill over strength?"

"Guess, we'll debate that later."

"Hello, beautiful," said young man with black hair placing draping his arms over Raven's right shoulder and Summer's left shoulder, "My name is Qrow. Would you like to see my scythe?"

"Really, Qrow."

"Hello, sis. Who's this beautiful friend of yours?"

"Summer Rose."

"It fits you."

"Do you two need a broom closet together?"

"Sounds like someone needs a sparring partner," brought Qrow's attention onto the book reader.

"You name, sir."

Without putting his book down, "Taiyang Xiao Long."

"That's a mouthful."

"Attention new recruits!" blared from the PA, "It's ten o'clock! Time for bed! Five o'clock wake up call!"

Returning to her sleeping bag, Raven slid into her sleeping bag.

Placing her head onto her pillow, "I wonder what Summer sees in a man," entered her ears.

Without looking at him, "She likes her men to wear skirts."

"Really?"

"Goodnight, Qrow."

Out the corner of Raven's eye, she witnessed Taiyang going to bed without taking his nose out of his book.