Chapter 326 - My OC Stash #26 - Professor Arc by Coeur Al'Aran (RWBY)

-No idea why I avoided this for so long lol it's phenomenal/ It even managed to do the impossible and make politics interesting, I've just spent the last few days working my way through this fic, finally starting the sequel! I'll most likely suggest that one too :D

Synopsis: He didn't know the first thing about teaching, Hell, he didn't even know the first thing about fighting! A shame then, that his forged doc.u.ments painted the picture of an accomplished and skilled warrior. Now he's trapped teaching students his own age how to be hunters, when he doesn't even know himself!

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Chapter 1

A Slight Oversight

Jaune Arc was in trouble.

Serious trouble, in fact. He was probably going to jail… or maybe worse... Fraud, deceit? Other allegations he didn't know the name of, but was sure existed? Once again Lady Luck had taken one good look at Jaune Arc, and thrown up all over him.

It had all seemed like such a fantastic idea at first too. Beacon Academy was the premier school for hunters, the best of the best went there, and those that graduated went on to be successful and famous hunters – and then became heroes.

He'd always wanted to become a hero, but like most children he'd whittled away his younger years dreaming and playing, only to find that he wasn't fit enough to enter Signal. And now, because he didn't have the training from signal – he wasn't skilled enough to enter Beacon. It was such an unfair conspiracy!

It wasn't that he wasn't intelligent, or hard-working. He was willing to train for hours if need be… the problem was that he had started too late in his life. Deciding he wanted to become a hunter at the age of twelve that had left around six months for him to train for the Signal entrance exams. Of course he hadn't been fit enough… even with a gruelling regime, what could be achieved in just six months!?

He hadn't given up though, he'd trained hard, studied even harder. But there was no real substitute for four years intense training at a combat school, and it showed. When it had come to the time to send his credentials in for the Beacon admission he hadn't even hesitated.

To cheat.

Oh he'd learned his lesson from Signal alright, better to seek forgiveness than ask permission, there was no way he would get into Beacon without a formal education in combat so he'd saved up some money and sought out the aid of a… well… a less than reputable individual, who was skilled in forgery. And Gods, it had been expensive too!

The doc.u.ments were brilliant though, painting a believable and impressive history that was enough to make him stand out, but not too much. He'd even tested it at a Bank, and been able to open an account using it – so he knew it was good.

He could still remember the advice the guy had given him as well. Remember kid, the best lies have a grain of truth in them – but if you can't use the truth, just tell so many lies that they can only dig through the top layer. Hide lies under more lies.

He'd been so damn confident this would work…

Which was why his world had come crashing down when he had received a personal invitation for an interview with the Headmaster of Beacon Academy, Headmaster Ozpin.

I'm screwed. Of course he saw through it, and now he wants to ask why I did this before he arrests me.

In fact he was so sick with worry that he had unintentionally managed to survive the Bullhead trip to the Academy itself without vomiting. That might have also had something to do with the fact that he hadn't eaten in over sixteen hours as well…

Nervously he tugged at the collar of his hoodie and readjusted his armour. He wasn't sure why he had come armed to the teeth to this meeting, he certainly wouldn't be able to fight his way out of this. But the clothing did provide him some small level of confidence. He could at least look the part.

Confidence… that's all I can rely on right now. But Dad did always say that confidence can be all you need in some situations.

That advice was all he had to trust, as the door to the Bullhead slowly groaned open, revealing the tall spires of Beacon Academy to his eyes. It was beautiful… Everything he had imagined it to be when he had dreamed of attending when he was younger. He savoured the sight before letting out the sigh of the damned and walking purposefully down the ramp towards the blonde figure waiting for him.

It was a woman of indiscernible age, with blonde hair and a stern expression that screamed disciplinarian. One arm was held at her side, pinning a number of books to her hip, while her other hand held what appeared to be a riding crop.

"I'm sorry, did I keep you waiting?" Jaune greeted in as calm a voice as he could, making sure to keep his eyes fixed on her green orbs as he held a single hand out in greeting. Internally his mind was screaming at him to run, but he stuck to the confident and self-assured persona his forged records suggested he had. Time to go down fighting!

The woman nodded back once, reaching forward to shake his hand briefly still keeping the crop in hand as she did so. She didn't smile at him, but her green eyes didn't show any anger either – which was probably a good sign.

"Indeed, thank you for coming Mr Arc. I am Glynda Goodwitch, Deputy Headmistress and a teacher here. I hope Professor Ozpin's summons was not too sudden."

"Of course not, I was happy to have a chance to see Beacon in person." Jaune replied easily as he offered the woman a smile. He had to resist the urge to let it die an ugly death when she stared back at him, simply quirking an eyebrow. "If you're to escort me to meet the Professor, will you let me help you with those books?"

"Oh. Yes, thank you Mr Arc." The woman accepted with a slightly surprised expression before she could hide it. Jaune took half of the books with a hidden grin, glad that his attempt to distract her had worked. Only a few books, but a gentleman was always polite with ladies, no matter their station. "If you will follow me, I will show you to Ozpin." She turned away from him as he quickly stepped in to walk beside her.

"Thank you Mrs Goodwitch."

"Miss, actually." She corrected as the two of them passed under a stone arch and into what looked to be a large round plaza with a fountain in the centre.

"Really? Oh, I mean - sorry!" Jaune apologised, making sure to add a little fake surprise to his voice. He wasn't surprised at all she wasn't married, since she looked too damn scary and unapproachable for most men. Even if he was closer to her age he didn't think he would have the stones to talk to her. "I didn't mean to assume."

"Don't worry about it Mr Arc." The woman urged with what actually looked to be the slightest beginnings of a smile on her face. Barely there for a moment before she mercilessly killed it. Still, it was a start.

Okay – okay, think Jaune. Disciplinarian, apparently strict and is a headmistress. So be polite, formal, flattering – but don't even think about flirting. She helps run a school for young a.d.u.l.ts, no doubt she gets way too much of that attention as it is…

It was definitely important to stay on the good side of anyone here.

"If I might ask, Miss Goodwitch? Do you know why Professor Ozpin wants to meet with me? I'm afraid he didn't explain very much when he called me."

And what a harrowing call it had been. Completely out of the blue, and he'd been too damn scared to ask many questions of the white haired man. He'd been able to only just get out that he would be able to make the appointment, and confirm the Bullhead arrival time. He'd then spent the next week in a panicked agony… and now here he was.

"I do know Mr Arc, but I'm not at liberty to tell you just yet. I believe Ozpin would like to meet with you first. I am sorry." No real expression on her face beyond the stern expression he was beginning to believe was standard for her, but the inflection she put on her apology suggested she was in fact a little sorry she could not tell him. At the very least it provided a little more confidence for him.

If this was to throw the evidence of his forgery in his face, then she certainly wouldn't be this polite with him – and definitely wouldn't apologise for keeping things secret from him. If she was as stern as her expression, dress and mannerisms suggested… and Jaune was very sure of his first impressions here. Then she would be furious if she knew he had forged his doc.u.ments.

Did this mean they didn't know they were fake!?

Was he going to get away with this?

"Don't worry about it then." He laughed, waving off the issue as he tugged at his jeans. "I'm just worried that I'm a little under-dressed for the occasion."

"Not to worry Mr Arc, we understand that for a person of your calibre, you would come to such a meeting armed. It can be difficult to put hunting the Grimm aside, even for more experienced people."

His calibre… yeah. But at least his records had proven themselves it seems, if she honestly believed was some kind of hotshot hunter-in-training. That took a lot of the stress off his shoulders, especially if this was just some kind of acceptance interview, or maybe they interviewed all the students before deciding to accept them? Had he panicked over nothing?

"Ah, here we are. Professor Ozpin is awaiting us inside." Two large doors opened slowly as the woman walked into the room, letting Jaune follow behind her as he admired the decor. From the view through the huge windows he would tell this was the central spire of the academy, apparently the Headmaster's personal office.

Apart from a large desk and a few bookcases, the room was rather bare. He had honestly imagined something more from a man as powerful, and no doubt wealth, as the headmaster of Beacon. But perhaps this was just to create an image, the man's personal quarters could be lavish.

"Greetings Mr Arc." The man stood behind the desk commented, dressed in an immaculate green suit, and sipping on a large mug of some hot beverage. Even if Jaune had not recognised him as the man who had called him recently, he would have known Ozpin by his fame and distinctive white hair. Swallowing his nervousness, Jaune strode towards the desk and held his hand out over the polished wood, his blue eyes staring into brown. A hysterical part of Jaune's mind commented that Ozpin's hair seemed quite similar in design to his own.

"A pleasure headmaster." He kept his hand steady, waiting as the man seemed to take a long sip of his drink, before putting it down and grasping Jaune's hand in a firm shake. Glynda stepped forwards to take the books Jaune was carrying from him, as he sat down across from the headmaster. The woman then walked around the desk to stand beside, but slightly behind, the headmaster. Jaune waited for them to speak, not saying anything as the man took another long drink of what Jaune could now identify as coffee.

"Well then Mr Arc, thank you for coming to this meeting." Jaune nodded but didn't say anything. This man was definitely far above himself in terms of experience and knowledge, and Jaune knew about dealing with people like that, if you didn't know the correct response – then stay quiet.

"I received your application for entrance as a student of Beacon Academy, and have had some time to look over your records." Once more he paused here as he fished out some pieces of paper from a drawer in his desk, taking another long drink. Jaune schooled his expression into a calm facade, despite the frantic hammering of his heart in his chest.

"Quite the glowing recommendations you come with Mr Arc. Trained for four years at the Vacuo Academy for Gifted Youths, before staying on to begin your formal Hunter Education. You would be 20 years old now, correct?"

"That's right." Jaune lied, trusting the forged doc.u.ments with all his heart. It had been an important move to have him listed as three years older than he was so that he could fit in. The various hunter academies kept in close contact, so it would be clearly obvious if he claimed to be from one and they checked the records against their database… All except for one school… since it had been destroyed by the Grimm three years ago.

"I've heard of many survivors of the attack there… most did not continue their career as Hunters." The Vacuo Academy for the Gifted had been a famous school, and one of the only schools that could train hunters from their first entry at 13, right through to their graduation at 21. It had been attacked and destroyed by the Grimm three years ago though, and most of the records had been lost with it. The fraudster had made sure to explain that to Jaune, along with the importance of sticking with the story.

"I can understand why. It took me over two years to recover from that. I am hoping you will not let my age work against me in this regard." That had been one of his man concerns, that they would refuse him because his records now said he was 20, above the usual starting age.

"Of course not Mr Arc." The man replied back with a small smile. "Three years is not so much time in the grand scheme of things, and it would be a shame to see such talent wasted. My concern is quite the opposite in fact Mr Arc." At this he pushed across some of the papers to Jaune, showing him statistics he had long since memorised.

Valedictorian, skilled fighter, excellent tactical skills and a strong grasp of theory. A team leader with unparalleled empathy for his team, able to motivate people to work as cohesive groups, even in the worst of situations. His records even claimed he had a few missions under his belt. Some taken during his time in Vacuo, others during the three year break afterwards.

He couldn't claim he'd just sat around for three years, so his records painted a picture of a man who had done his best to evacuate the other students, and fought to protect them. He'd also done some freelance work for villages that could not afford a hunter, or who needed help immediately.

All falsified.

"If I may be frank Mr Arc." The man spoke, as a grin formed on his features. Meanwhile Jaune's spirits fell in sudden terror. "I think you're too qualified to be a student here."

Huh!?

"You have the skills and credentials to be a hunter right now, so might I ask why you wish to be a student once more?"

Oh Gods, he hadn't expected this… that they might reject him for being too good. Or that they might think it's too suspicious for such a skilled man to want to lower himself to the level of a student.

"I… need the qualification." Jaune tried as he slumped in his seat. "Skills aside, a lot of doors are closed to a person who has not graduated from a school for hunters. I want to prove to myself, and others, that I deserve to be a hunter."

"A worthy goal indeed, and I would never consider denying a hunter his dues. But here in Beacon we assign students into teams of four. You must understand Mr Arc, that someone of your ability would overshadow his team and might lead to them not developing into proud hunters as they should…"

Jaune couldn't help but feel a small thrill of panic shoot through him, not out of fear that he would be rejected. In fact the man had as clear as said he would help Jaune get into Beacon… but what if he was assigned to no team, and instead left on his own!? That would be a disaster! He didn't have the skills to survive as a one man team and would be publically humiliated and ridiculed in front of the entire student body… If he didn't just die first.

"If I might ask, and I do not wish to bring back difficult memories. But how did you cope with the grief of losing people in Vacuo?"

"It's difficult." Jaune hedged, delaying so he could think of a story to tell, while the two teachers waited patiently. "My team was killed and there was nothing I could do to prevent it. Beyond that, many of our friends and colleagues were dying as well."

The two a.d.u.l.ts seemed sympathetic as he paused to think of more excuses. He couldn't afford to paint himself as a traumatised youth, or they might ask him to undertake counselling. At the same time to suggest he was just over it would come across as incredibly convenient.

"Those of us who survived banded together though. People are stronger together and we helped each other when we felt down. I'd had two years to come to terms with what happened and I want to move on, if you'll let me."

Put the onus for the decision in their hands, use guilt! Underhanded though it might be, he'd come too far to back out now, this was all or nothing.

"Wise words indeed. What do you think Glynda?" The Headmaster asked as he leaned back in his seat with a wide smile on his face. Jaune turned to look at the woman who had escorted him here, noticing the sad look on her face which she quickly hid.

"I think I agree with your decision Headmaster. Mr Arc will be good for the students here."

He was in!? He'd done it?

"I think we'll be happy to welcome you to Beacon Academy Mr Arc." Professor Ozpin congratulated, pushing a sheet of paper and pen across to Jaune, which he picked up to inspect.

"A contract for employment?" He blurted out with some confusion, as he flicked through the various pages, seeing nothing but huge amounts of text and regulations.

"You're too qualified to be a student here Mr Arc, but you have just what we need for a Support Teacher at Beacon Academy." Jaune barely heard the man, his eyes flicking over the front page. A teacher, him!? Oh Gods, this was a disaster. Forget forging his way as a student, this was about ten times worse. He was going to be forging his way into employment!

And he didn't know enough about being a hunter! He could barely fight, Good Gods, his students would be able to beat him up! He was going to be roughed up by his own students… in front of everyone!

"I have no experience teaching…" He couldn't help but stammer out, only for his new hope to be crushed as the blonde deputy stepped forwards.

"I will be helping you with that Mr Arc." She replied as she nodded to him. "You will have your own classes, but we will do some training a few days before the term starts, and you can sit in on some of my lessons as well. You will be up to standard for this, don't worry."

Oh that wasn't his worry at all. His worry was more along the lines of humiliation, followed by an inquiry – maybe finished up with a lengthy jail term.

"Your responsibilities would be helping other teachers with their workload, monitoring some lessons. Perhaps in some advanced cases shadowing teams on missions as well. You might have your own classes in a few months, but they would be irregular subjects."

"Can you give me an example of what subjects you might be thinking?" Jaune asked, half to give him more time to think up excuses, but also so that he could get some bloody studying in on whatever subjects those were!

"I have long wanted to offer a course for those who have experienced loss or difficult missions. Perhaps on coping in stressful situations, or simply camping. They would be optional courses, and you wouldn't be required to grade or offer exams."

Okay that didn't sound so bad… if they weren't graded then arguably there was no way to prove he couldn't do the job, was there?

He wanted to refuse. To explain that he had applied as a student and wanted to become one, be a part of a team… but that wasn't what Jaune Arc, survivor of Vacuo, would do… he was a leader, a man with standards and confidence, who had survived where others had died. Anything else could reveal him as a fraudster.

"I suppose I don't really have a choice do I?" Jaune joked to the two, while internally his mind screamed in agonised pain.

"Welcome to Beacon, Professor Arc."

F.u.c.k my life.

Chapter 2

Doomsday Approaches

"Wow, it sure pays to be a teacher." Jaune mumbled to himself as he looked around his new quarters, which were adjoined to his small office. The Headmaster had apparently thought that since he was a support teacher who might be called into any role on short notice, that it made sense to have his office and living quarters connected. Jaune had been quick to agree, knowing that if the man had claimed that new teachers wore pumpkins on their heads, he probably would have done it so as not to appear suspicious.

He just hadn't expected it to be so spacious! He had a decent sized bedroom with an en-suite bathroom, along with a kitchen-living room combination separated by a counter with two stools pulled up against it. The living area consisted of little more than a couch with a low laying coffee table and a decent-sized television, but it was still much more than he was used to at home. What's more, the fridge and cupboards were well stocked with a variety of meats and food.

It was almost enough to distract him from what today actually was. Today was to be his first official day of employment, and what was worse, the students were expected to arrive for within the next eight hours or so... though thankfully the mysterious initiation was not until the following day. Miss Goodwitch had been quick to assure him that the initiation would take the entire day, and that any teaching that might be required was still a good two days away. Still though...

Where was the training he had been promised!?

Idly his eyes fell on a small card that sat perched on the coffee table where he had laid it earlier, and the guilt that came along with it hit him like a mallet.

Congratulations on your new job! It was filled with kind and loving words, not only from his mother and father - who had been shocked but ecstatic that he had landed such a good job. But also from his sisters who pretty much had expected him to be a bum all his life. Such faith, and yet probably rightfully deserved.

We're so proud of you! He could remember the look on his mother's face as he told her what had happened. Oh, he'd made some alterations to the tale. As far as they knew he was going to be teaching at a combat school teaching younger teenagers, but the gist of the job had been the same. So maybe the lie wasn't that bad?

"Who am I kidding, I'm going straight to Hell."

Still his parents had been supportive and helpful, and had even taken him out shopping for supplies as a gift to him. Hence the new coat he was wearing that crossed over his b.r.e.a.s.t-plated chest and swept down to the back of his knees. It wasn't a fashion statement though... one of the concerns that Jaune had given to his parents was that the fourteen year old students he was going to be teaching wouldn't give him full respect since he was so young. His mother had suggested dressing to make himself look older, and just not mentioning his age to any of them.

So he knew where he got the lying from anyway.

Either way she had chosen the dark blue coat because it apparently accentuated his height, and also hid his chest and arms from view. She said most people would just see the sword and shield, along with the coat and armour - and assume him to be a lot more buff than he actually was beneath it all. He'd taken the obvious dig in stride and agreed with the decision. He couldn't say he felt, or looked, any older - but maybe it would work on other people.

"Mr Arc, may I come in?" A recognisable female voice asked from outside the doors to his quarters. Jaune quickly walked over and opened it to reveal the stern face of Glynda Goodwitch.

"Ah. Good morning Miss Goodwitch, come in." He beckoned with his arm, stepping back to let her into the room. He tried not to pay attention to the way her green eyes quickly snapped left and right to inspect the room, before settling on himself once more.

"A new fashion statement Mr Arc?"

"It was a suggestion from a friend, to help me look a little older in the eyes of the students." So it totally wasn't his fault if it was against the rules or anything, he didn't add.

"Ah I see. Are you worried about teaching students so close to your age?" Her voice and face were calm as she asked the question, and he wasn't able to tell if it was some kind of trap.

"Just concerned." He diverted instead. "I don't doubt my ability, but am a little concerned that some of the students might rebel against the idea. Hence my wanting to appear a little older than I actually am." That sounded like something an ideal teacher would say, didn't it? All he had to do was make every decision, and say everything - as if the welfare of his students was the most important thing in the world to him.

"I can understand that." Miss Goodwitch accepted as she shuffled some books onto his counter. "Don't worry so much about it though, as a support teacher you will be teaching in conjunction with myself or others. If they fail to show you the proper respect, they will soon learn the error of their ways."

Aww... He couldn't help but coo to himself as he simply nodded his thanks to her. That was actually a pretty sweet and supportive thing to say, which surprised him since it was coming from such a stern-looking woman.

"Thank you, I appreciate it. Is that material for me to look over?" That certainly did look like a lot of material, at least six tomes worth as well as a number of stapled sheets of paper set to one side.

"This is the course syllabus for Professor Port's Grimm studies class, as well as Professor Oobleck's history class. The Headmaster has decided you will work with those two teachers, as well as myself. I've also included some books on teacher training for you to look through. As well as a few … tips... I thought to write down myself." The woman hesitated as she said this, before showing him the printed paper which seemed to entail three full pages of written text in elegant handwriting.

"You went to so much effort for me, thank you so much." He flattered as he took the pages and glanced over them. They seemed to be mostly focused on how to keep order and discipline teenagers in class. For a moment he felt incredibly awkward that she had effectively handed him tips on just how to punish people... but then again the other things were probably covered in the books.

"It's no problem." The Deputy waved away, though there was the tiniest hint of pink on her cheeks at his honest praise.

"No, this is wonderful Gly- Miss Goodwitch." This was exactly what he needed to have a chance here. What's more, she had perhaps inadvertently told him exactly what he would be helping with, and provided him the syllabus ahead of time! All he would need to do was see what they were covering in an upcoming class, and memorise everything on that subject and he would be fine.

"I suppose you can call me Glynda outside of the student's hearing." The blonde interrupted his thoughts as she turned away from him while speaking. Why was she looking away from him? "You can probably get away with calling most other teachers by their names, or simply their title."

"Thank you then, Glynda. I hope you'll call me Jaune as well?"

"Of course Mr Arc." She replied, apparently not quite able to address him so casually. "I do apologise that I won't be able to offer you more, one-on-one, training. But with the students arriving today..."

"Yes, initiation. I had heard of it, is there anything you need me to do to help with that?" He certainly hoped not, he was already on limited time and he didn't even know what the initiation was yet.

"No, no. But thank you Mr Arc. We have that all covered for now... I think it might be best if you simply looked to read as much of that material as you can. I'll have someone come and collect you before the first Bullheads arrive. I think it would be best for your credibility if you were seen immediately alongside the other teachers."

"I understand." He accepted with glee. Perfect. Now just to get rid of Glynda so he could have as much time to read as possible and get ready. "Is there anything else?"

"No, that's all. I will see you later then Mr Arc." And with that she was gone. Slipping out of his room before he could so much as offer her a goodbye. Man, she's a weird cookie... but still, she saved my bacon!

Now all he had to do was read as much of this as he could, right?

Nghhh...

Captain's log, day thirty. More history... The General leads his troops in a surprise raid on the faunus of Fort Castle... huge casualties because he forgets they have perfect night vision - hey, that sounds useful. Jaune's face was half laid on the couch's armrest, with his hands propping a history book in front of him. Bloodshot eyes, along with a beautiful set of designer bags hanging beneath them.

The clock said it had only been around six hours.

The clock must be working with the enemy.

Where is your confidence now Jaune Arc? An evil voice taunted in his mind, half-heartedly he recognized it as his self-esteem, which had long since betrayed him. You have to do this for the next four years!

Arms finally gave way as the book slapped into his face with a satisfying sound of leather on flesh. Instead of attempting to remove it he simply let out a distressed groan into the pages. There was so much to cover... and so much to remember.

He'd learned the types of Grimm most common to Vale, as well as their general appearance, behaviour and threat levels. He'd also done his best to memorise whatever he could on weaknesses and how to fight them. Weirdly it looked like the syllabus for Professor Port's class just entitled a thing called "story time." But he imagined that was theoretical book learning or something.

Oobleck's class though... oh Gods... history. How could the man possibly cover so much history so quickly in his lesson plans? That was ridiculous! He was honestly going to cover the entire faunus rights revolution in his first lesson? Wasn't that like ten years of history? He would have to teach at like 60mph to have any chance of getting that across in time.

But he hadn't dared to take the risk.

Faunus Rights Revolution... learned. Gods...

He'd also had a few small chances to read through the teacher training, though he wasn't close to finishing that. He had figured it would be safer to be knowledgeable on the course material and fail as a teacher - than to show his hand so early and not know what was surely basic knowledge.

Besides, he still had tonight when he was supposed to be sleeping. Their timetables ended at around six in the afternoon, and Jaune honestly didn't have anything to do in his free time. Sure, his parents were keen to hear from him after his first lessons, but that would be little more than a ten minute call. That left almost six hours of studying a night, if he just aimed for six hours sleep.

Six hours studying a night... is it still too late to get arrested?

Any morose thoughts were quickly banished by a frantic knocking on his door, neither stopping or slowing in pace as he staggered to his feet and sluggishly ambled his way over.

"Yes?" He gasped out as he pulled the door open to reveal a bespectacled man in a white shirt with a bright yellow tie and … green hair?

Argh my eyes! The clash burns!

"Professor Arc, I presume!" The man rattled out, and rattled was definitely the correct term, Jaune thought to himself. Because what should have contained a number of syllables seemed to come out in barely three seconds. He just barely caught the meaning.

"That is myself, are you one of the other staff?" It was an easy guess since Miss Goodwitch had told him she would send someone to collect him. Was it that time already?

"Capital, yes! I am Doctor Oobleck, Professor of History at Beacon as well as resident expert on Grimm movements and studies at the school. A pleasure to make your acquaintance I hope we will have plenty of time to learn about each other as you assist me with teaching but for now we must make our way to the main foyer to welcome this year's aspiring hunters and huntresses who will hopefully become the future protectors of the people of Vale."

"Sounds good?" Jaune guessed, not actually having caught the majority of what was being said, but knowing that if he simply agreed it would probably be for the best.

"Capital! Let us be off."

"H-hey, Wait!" He shouted out as the man zipped from the room, easily outpacing Jaune as he struggled to strap his sword into place while locking the doors behind him. He just caught sight of a green glimpse vanishing around the corner as he sprinted after the man.

What kind of teacher acts like this!? He shouted in his mind as he span around the corner, once more barely glimpsing the Professor vanishing down another corridor. And wasn't it ironic that he was criticisng a trained and proven teacher in the first place?

"Doctor Oobleck, please slow down!" He called out as his body ached, unable to continue the grueling pace set by the older man. Fatigue mixed with a general lack of stamina eventually caused him to lose the Professor as Jaune came to a stop against a wall, his hand propping himself up as he panted to himself in exhaustion.

As if to make matters worse he could faintly hear the sounds of Bullheads approaching the Academy, no doubt bringing the new students which he was supposed to be visible in front of.

Damn that stupid hyperactive excuse for an a.d.u.l.t, what the Hell!?

Now he was certainly going to get it from Goodwitch, and on the first day as well.

Still. He wasn't a child anymore. Apparently, anyway. So he couldn't just sit there and wait to be found by a teacher, similarly he hadn't thought to actually act for the contact numbers of the other staff. He would just need to make his way to where the others probably were.

Think, Arc... surely it would be the same place you landed at... Beacon Academy is mostly a circle, so if I can find my way outside, then I can make my way to the central plaza.

The problem was, he couldn't see any way to actually get outside, bar climbing through a nearby window.

...

In for a penny...

Things had not been going well for Ruby Rose. Two years younger than everyone else at Beacon and already abandoned by the one person she thought she could rely on the most. From there she had caused some kind of explosion with a crabby girl and generally been abandoned to lay on her back in the middle of an empty pathway by the rest of the student body.

Yep! Great way to start my life here...

"Hey there, you okay?" A masculine voice asked from outside of her vision, causing her to sit up on her rear and look around. Standing not two feet to her left was what looked to be another student, smiling at her. That was a good sign, right!?

"Hey." She shyly greeted back, wondering why he had actually come to her when she was laying on the ground like some kind of weirdo. He looked nice enough, with hair a similar shade to Yang's but bright blue eyes. He was really tall though, easily topping six feet in height, and he looked almost a little intimidating too with that heavy-looking coat. If it wasn't for the gentle look in his eyes she might have been too nervous to respond to him.

"Let's get you up." He simply said as he offered a hand to her, hoisting her onto her feet with a single tug. Ruby quickly let go of his hand and stepped backwards in mild embarrassment. This wasn't exactly how she had planned to make her first impressions at Beacon.

"Thanks, I'm Ruby." She greeted instead, shaking her head quickly in an attempt to dispel the nerves she was feeling. "Ruby Rose. Nice to meet you."

"Jaune. Jaune Arc. What were you doing laid in the middle of the plaza like that?"

"Ugh..." Oh damn, he wasn't meant to ask that. Didn't he realise it was probably better to ignore the clearly stupid position he had found her in!? "I guess I just needed to relax for a bit?" She attempted with a weak grin.

"Right..." He didn't sound convinced.

"Ugh. Okay, I had a pretty bad start and I was just being dramatic. Can we just ignore how you found me?" Her shyness was forgotten as she huffed in annoyance, but the action instead of insulting him - seemed to make him laugh. Internally she smiled as well, hey this wasn't so hard after all!

"Okay, okay. You shouldn't worry though. It's your first day, I'm sure you will be fine. I'm a little lost as well, maybe we can both help each other find the rest?"

"Sure!" Ruby chirped, inwardly clapping herself on the back for actually making a friendly acquaintance on her first try. Even if it was purely luck that he had been another lost student like herself. "I didn't see where the others went though..."

"Just follow me, we'll head to the main hall." He seemed to know where he was going, which was lucky since she didn't want to get lost and miss initiation. Wouldn't that just be humiliating, the youngest girl to ever enter Beacon kicked out before she could even begin. Yeah, sounded great. Go down in the history books, whoo!

"So... uh... I've got this thing." Ruby offered in an attempt to fill the silence that was forming between the two of them, jumping ahead of him and deploying her baby for him to marvel at. As usual his reaction was of immediate surprise, or awe as she preferred to call it. "This is Crescent Rose, a high impact customisable sniper rifle!"

"And a... scythe?" Jaune asked in apparent amazement. To which she nodded in pride.

"That's right. I made her myself at Signal, she's called Crescent Rose and she's the best weapon in the world." She rubbed one hand up its shaft as she said that, with a fond look in her eyes.

"Yeah... that's impressive."

"So. What you got?" She asked, eager to know what weapon her potential new friend used. It wouldn't be as epic as Crescent Rose of course, but she was still confident it would be a good weapon, and she definitely wouldn't insult him by drawing attention to its inferiority to Crescent Rose.

That was hardly fair, since everything was inferior to it.

Everything.

"Well I've got my sword." He offered as he waved the weapon for her to look at. It looked fairly simple, but definitely seemed like it had seen battle, which was a plus. "And I have a shield that turns into a sheathe when I don't need to carry it."

"But... wouldn't it still weigh the same?"

"Well yeah, but it's easier to carry it buckled on my hip, than constantly on my arm."

"Well that makes sense. I'm a bit of a geek but the classics are cool too!" She hoped she hadn't offended him but he looked more amused than anything else. An emotion she was used to seeing on Yang's face, but she would put up with it if she had to.

"Mr Arc, there you are!" A female voice interrupted them before Ruby could ask him any more questions. She winced as she saw who it was who was approaching them. Oh Gods, it was that teacher again from the police station. Goodwitch or something... with the terrifying expression and the evil eyes.

When I'm a huntress... I'll sign autographs...

"There you are... I've been looking all over for you, what happened?" Ruby kept silent as the woman addressed the student next to her, unwilling to draw the woman's ire.

"Miss Goodwitch. I'm sorry, Doctor Oobleck was so fast, I couldn't keep up with him." The woman seemed to sigh in annoyance as she looked to one side, muttering something about coffee from what little Ruby could hear. Either way, she seemed to accept his excuse without argument.

"Ah, I see you have found Miss Rose as well. I hadn't realized she had separated from the main group." Ruby spared her a small wave as those green eyes pierced her, but her attempt at a friendly smile to placate the older woman quickly wilted.

"Ruby was helping me find my way here. I hope I haven't made her late?"

Huh? That sounded weird, why was Jaune claiming that she had been the one to help him out? And why was he so calm when the two of them were clearly in such trouble!?

"Jaune?" She asked simply, wondering what he was talking about.

"That's professor Arc to you, Miss Rose." The stern woman quickly interrupted, causing Ruby to rear back in shock as she stared at her new friend in a mixture of shock and horror. He simply shrugged apologetically at her in return.

"EHHHH!?"

Chapter 3

Wolf among the sheep

Jaune schooled his features as he followed Glynda Goodwitch through a few doors to where the other teachers were apparently gathering to discuss what was going on. Apparently he had missed the entrance speech from Headmaster Ozpin, though she had explained that it didn't really matter. At the very least she had accepted his excuse as to Doctor Oobleck, he wasn't sure if it was more worrying that she had let it go so easily… he was supposed to be a support teacher for that man after all.

"Ah Mr Arc, a pleasure to see you made it." The Headmaster greeted as the two of them entered the room. Before Jaune could so much as respond to his white-haired employer, a green blur appeared in front of him, taking his hand and shaking it briefly before letting go.

"Mr Arc, my apologies for losing you I did not take into account your speed nor your lack of knowledge as to the surroundings and layout of our fine establishment and must have therefore lost track of you on one of the myriad corridors. I can assure you it will not happen again." The words rattled and mashed together similar to a car wreck, but he could make out the general gist of it and simply nodded his acceptance.

"Yes, do try to keep that in mind next time Professor Oobleck." The blonde deputy chastised as she walked past him.

"Actually it's doc-" He stopped as green eyes narrowed dangerously behind their glasses. "I mean of course! Of course!"

Huh. So it wasn't just him who was apparently terrified of the stern blonde. That was good to know.

"Well then, perhaps I should introduce you to our resident Grimm studies professor and experienced Huntsman, Professor Peter Port." Jaune turned back to Ozpin as he spoke, before looking towards a rather large man who strode purposefully over to him, giving him a hearty handshake. The teacher was wearing a dark red military jacket, and sported a rather impressive grey moustache along with thick bushy eyebrows. Despite himself, Jaune couldn't help but think the man looked quite jolly.

"Bravo, fantastic to meet such a young hunter as yourself." The man boisterously welcomed as he shook Jaune's hand. Jaune smiled back as he did his best to avoid his shoulder becoming dislocated.

"Thank you Professor Port, but I'm hardly a qualified Hunter, I never made it past training after all."

"Nonsense my boy! Hunters are created, not simply taught. Surviving in that wilderness for so long makes you more a hunter than many others I've known. And please, call me Peter." Jaune smiled back and was about to reply but for a cough of interruption from the Headmaster.

"In regard to your qualifications Mr Arc. You may want to keep those a little quiet. We have decided to say you are a fully qualified Huntsman, and to hear otherwise might cause the students to treat you differently."

"I understand, I can play along." Jaune agreed; feeling more than a little amused at the irony of keeping another secret on this matter. So now he was a fraud pretending to be a hunter-in-training who was pretending to be a qualified huntsman.

"Good. We'll move onto the next point of business then. Tomorrow we will be holding initiation, and as usual I have set out the relics in the Emerald forest." Ozpin continued to speak, while Jaune listened quietly. There was really no point butting in when he could just keep quiet and absorb whatever he could.

"What did you use as relics this year Headmaster?" The only female teacher asked with mild curiosity, while the Headmaster himself simply took another long drink from his mug.

"You will see tomorrow I'm sure. Regardless, we will be launching the students into the Emerald forest and telling them to find the temple and the relics. Whatever relic a pair brings back, will see them grouped with a matching second relic to make four man teams."

Launched? Jaune wanted to ask on that, but kept quiet. It might be some form of standardised test for all schools, and he would reveal himself if he wasn't aware of what it was. At the end of the day, satisfying his curiosity was a needless task. He would find out tomorrow with the other students.

"Who will be monitoring the teams this year?" Professor Port asked as he played with his moustache, coiling it around his finger before letting it go.

"Glynda and I shall be monitoring the teams, while Oobleck will be on hand to retrieve any students who fall unconscious in the forest. I was hoping to leave watching over the students tonight to yourself and Glynda, Peter."

Peter Port nodded in agreement, while Glynda rubbed at her forehead and muttered to herself about sleep. Jaune watched for a brief moment before cursing himself as he stepped forwards.

"I'll look after the students tonight with Peter." He spoke, causing everyone to go silent as they turned to face him. Glynda looked surprised, while Peter simply looked amused. Out of the corner of his eye, Jaune noticed Ozpin hiding a small smile behind taking a drink of his coffee. "Peter and I can handle that easily enough I believe, if you're handling initiation tomorrow then you need your rest." He directed the last part towards the blonde woman, who was still looking at him with surprisingly wide eyes, before she coughed and righted herself.

"I-I would appreciate that, if you are certain?" She looked unsure of herself as she said that, but Jaune quickly shook his head in response.

"Of course I'm sure. I'm sure Peter will help me if I run into any trouble, right?" He offered to the round man next to him, who nodded his head and patted Jaune on the back with the force of a bear striking him. Jaune staggered forwards slightly as his eyes widened, but managed to not fall over. Holy crap, that was probably going to bruise!

"Absolutely!" Peter bellowed. "Mr Arc is right, you get your rest Glynda. We can handle a bunch of rowdy students between the two of us."

"That is fine with myself. If everything is finished, we can depart?" The Headmaster offered as he swept from the room, with Oobleck following quickly afterwards. Glynda paused as she passed in front of Jaune, giving him a suspicious look before looking satisfied and simply nodding.

"Thank you Professor Port, Jaune, I appreciate the help." Before he could respond she had already vanished from the room, leaving just the two men left. Jaune turned to the older man, only to rear back at suddenly finding the teacher standing not six inches in front of him.

"My boy!" The man crowed. "Such diligence and generosity! And to achieve such closeness with Miss Goodwitch so quickly. You are beyond even a true hunter like myself."

"Closeness?" Jaune stammered in confusion, before connecting the dots in his mind. "Oh, I just asked her to call me by my first name… I hope you will too?" It felt weird to be called Mr Arc, all the time, and he had a sinking feeling it would only get worse when the students began calling him that.

"Of course my boy, as for Miss Goodwitch well…" He winked at Jaune, or rather lowered one bushy eyebrow and made a clicking noise with his tongue. "I think we've all asked her to call us by our first names, though to no avail eh? But enough of that, let's talk about what we have to do tonight, looking after young hormone driven students trapped in a room together can be tougher than fighting a grown Nevermore with your bare hands. I should know, I've done both, and got the scars from the hormone driven students to prove it!"

And thus Peter Port launched into a tale of explosions, bravery, young women and a brave sterling Adonis known only as… Peter.

Yang couldn't help the smile that came over her lips as she listened to her younger sister ranting her frustration at having been abandoned by her earlier. It looked like her gambit to force her sister to make a friend hadn't worked quite as she had planned it. Oh it had sort of worked. In a hilarious way that was!

"And then I found out he was a teacher! I've never been so embarrassed in my life!" The cute young girl m.o.a.ned as she buried her face into her arms and stifled a loud groan into the fabric of her sleeves.

"Aww, don't sweat it Rubes." Yang tried to comfort, as she patted her sister on the shoulder. "At least you made a good impression, right?" Apparently those were the wrong words as the girl came back to life, waving her arms about animatedly.

"Oh yeah, sure. Laid out in the middle of the pavement like I'd been hit by a car or something! Great first impression to make to a teacher who could have me expelled. Ughhhhhhh….."

"No one's expelling you." Yang replied with a small grin as she rubbed her sister's hair comfortingly. "And besides, it sounds like the two of you got on well enough. A friend's still a friend right?"

"I don't think it counts if he's a teacher." Ruby whined, while Yang shook her head in amus.e.m.e.nt. Yeah it really didn't count if they were teachers, but at the same time this was Ruby, and beggars couldn't be choosers. She'd rather Ruby have an old man as a friend than no friends.

"What did he look like anyway, he must be pretty short if you thought he was a student." In her mind she was imagining a small and thin guy, maybe middle aged. Ruby wasn't exactly the best when it came to noticing details, so she might have just assumed he was her age. Or well, two years above her age.

"Nuh-uh." Ruby shook her head. "He wasn't short, he was over six feet tall. But he definitely looked young, only about as old as you, and he had blonde hair too." Huh, was that so? She doubted he could be seventeen, since that would make him a student, but it wasn't impossible that he might be in his mid-twenties.

"Was he hot? What was he wearing?" To her amus.e.m.e.nt, Ruby immediately flushed red and began to stutter her denials, even as her hands clenched at her skirt. Yang's grin widened as she watched Ruby attempt to deny that he was attractive. To Yang's eyes though, it was clear. Someone has a crush! Oh I am going to milk this…

"Of course you don't fancy your teacher Rubes." She drawled, pretending she believed it. "What did he look like then, so I don't call him a student by accident."

"Okay… well he was about six foot two or three. Blonde hair coming down to above his eyes, while he wore a dark blue long coat over a silver b.r.e.a.s.tplate and light blue jeans. He has bright blue eyes and wields a sword and a shield which can collapse into a sheathe."

Yang's eyes widened at the detailed description. Ruby had remembered all that, and more tellingly, had identified his weapons and remembered them. It was official. Her little sister had the hots for teacher. Letting her sister talk for a little longer, Yang strained her eyes to try and find anyone matching that description, but could only see a few guys wrestling in a rather blatant attempt to catch her attention. Seriously… such children… Like she was going to be interested in muscle-bound idiots who were acting like twelve-year olds… if they liked grappling so much then they could have each other.

"And then I tripped over this crabby girl's luggage!" Ruby whined, waving her arms at Yang, even as her own lilac eyes began to take notice of a white-haired girl walking up to them, a determined expression on her face. Yang tilted her head to the side in question.

"YOU!"

"Eep!" Ruby screamed as she leapt into Yang's arms, causing her knees to buckle as she quickly adapted to holding her sister's frame. "Oh God it's happening again!"

"Do you even realise how much danger you caused?" The white haired girl accused as she prodded a finger dangerously close to her little sister's face. Despite herself Yang felt her temper begin to flare, even as Ruby climbed out of her arms. Before she could react however, a door opening caught her attention, especially when a large round man entered with a blonde teen next to him. Yang's lilac eyes zeroed in on him instantly as her mind connected the dots. An a.d.u.l.t here had to be a teacher… and this tall blonde guy was obviously the other teacher. This was the guy her little sister had the hots for!

She couldn't make out too many details from this distance, but he definitely looked like her sister had described, with his tall frame and messy blonde hair. She had to say he cut a rather dangerous figure, and the fact that he was apparently skilled enough to be a teacher at such a young age certainly helped his image. He seemed to be chatting with the older man, the both of them appearing to be friendly colleagues, if not good friends themselves. That made it official in her mind.

"-caused an explosion!" A shrill voice drew her attention back to the argument taking place before her, even as Ruby looked down at her feet for a moment. Oh wow, her sister really had exploded? Awesome!

"Calm down now." Yang ordered, holding back her temper now that she knew the teachers were present. Even so she took a step between the girl and Ruby just in case. "I don't know who you are bu-"

"Another idiot who doesn't know who I am?" The rude girl interrupted as she rolled her eyes in an overly dramatic manner. "I am Weiss Schnee, Heiress of the Schnee Dust Company… really do you people know nothing?"

Your name will be `casualty` if you try that again. Yang growled to herself as her eyes flared red before she forced them back to lilac. From the corner of her vision she could see the blonde teacher approaching them, no doubt drawn to the commotion. Grinning to herself she decided to get her own revenge on the little snot.

"Well maybe you and Ruby got off on the wrong foot. Why don't you try and be friends?"

"Great idea Yang, my name's Ruby. Let's be friends!" Her peppy little sister greeted as she held out a hand to be shaken. The Schnee heiress however just swung her arms sarcastically.

"Oh yeah, and we can go shopping, and paint our nails. And talk about boys like tall, blonde and scraggly." She said this while pointing at the teacher, who was now stood right behind the heiress. She sighed dramatically and span to face him, presumably giving him an evil glare. "Do you have nothing better to do than come over here and interrupt me?"

Yang's grin widened to epic proportions.

The tall man's eyes narrowed briefly, while his brows drew down in a stern expression, even while Ruby finally noticed who it was and let out a startled "eep" from beside Yang.

"Heya Professor." Yang greeted with an easy wave and a subtle emphasis on his title, causing the white-haired girl to freeze.

"Good afternoon, I hope you students are having a… calm… day?" Oh, he looked ticked alright, though definitely not at her or Ruby, which was a plus in her book. She'd had enough of teachers who seemed to just throw everyone involved into the guilty pile, even when they had seen the entire incident themselves.

"P-professor?" The white-haired heiress muttered in surprise and possibly horror as she turned to look at the young man. "You?"

"Indeed. Me." The man replied with an arched eyebrow. "I am Professor Jaune Arc of Beacon Academy. But enough about me, let's talk about you. Like how about how you're going to stop causing an argument before I have to take this any further?"

"O-of course! My apologies Professor Arc." The girl apologised quickly while curtseying in embarrassment. Yang couldn't help but stick her tongue out to spite the girl, enjoying the irritation on her face at seeing the gesture. The man's blue eyes met her own before she could retract it however, and for a moment she froze with her tongue still sticking out from between her lips, waiting for him to comment on it.

"Sis!" Ruby hissed as she elbowed Yang harshly, causing her to retract her tongue before she bit it off from the shock.

"Regardless." The man continued, sparing Yang an amused glance before turning back to the Schnee girl. "The term hasn't even started so I don't want to ruin my day with a discipline issue this quickly, why don't you find somewhere to rest."

"Of course, sir. I am so sorry!" He waved her off as the girl fled, a blush of embarrassment on her face at having been called out so early.

"Well, that's sorted." The man spoke to himself as he turned to face them. Yang felt something jostle her for a moment before she looked down to see that Ruby had half-hidden herself behind Yang. D'awwwww! She cooed in her mind.

"Are you two okay?" He asked, his voice was calmer now and the timbre of it did make Yang thing he was around their age. He must be skilled indeed to be a teacher.

"Thanks to you, yeah. Thanks for the save Prof." She grinned at the man, subtly noticing that he was a little bit taller than herself which was a nice feeling. While she liked her height, it was sometimes a bit awkward being taller than most guys.

"From what I saw, I'm not sure if I saved you or her." He replied as he looked her in the eyes for a few moments, causing a knowing grin to come to Yang's lips. Yeah she'd been close to just smacking the little girl. "Outside of lessons please feel free to call me Jaune, Professor makes me feel quite old."

"Sure thing, Jaune." She whispered his name out in a sultry manner as she stepped away from her sister and placed a hand flat on the man's upper chest. Her lilac eyes looked into his, hoping to see some kind of blush or similar, but instead he simply raised an eyebrow. "My name's Yang Xiao-Long, but you can call me Yang. I hear you know my sister Ruby."

"We've met yes. Thank you for keeping me company earlier Ruby."

"No problem." The smaller girl whispered back as she waved shyly at him. Yang watched his face carefully, but was pleased to see just a small amount of confusion in his eyes, rather than any lecherous expression. It seemed he hadn't realised that Ruby liked him, which was probably for the best. Even so, she'd best get his attention away from Ruby before he did catch on. While she was keen to tease Rubes to high Heaven about this, she didn't want the guy to notice and maybe take advantage of her cute sibling.

"Hmmm… so you helped out my little sister too? I think that deserved a reward…" She let the last bit trail off as she stepped closer to him, only a few scant inches between her b.r.e.a.s.ts and his chest as she looked up into his face. To her surprised delight the man simply raised a single eyebrow as he looked down on her.

"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about Miss Xiao-Long." The man whispered back as he smiled and leaned towards her, before turning and walking slowly away, not once looking back at her stunned expression.

Smooth, confident, and he knew how to play the game? Oh yeah… she was going to have fun with this one! School had just become that much more interesting.

Now if only Ruby would stop kicking the back of her legs angrily.

Jaune kept his eyes firmly locked forwards as he forced his wobbly legs to carry him away from Ruby and her… sister. Her older sister, her much more developed sister. Good Gods, that woman… he didn't know whether he was supposed to be scared or aroused, but he definitely knew which one he was feeling.

Down boy! DOWN! He begged within his mind, thanking his new coat for being able to hide his lower body from view. Sure it was a biological reaction, but he was fairly sure teachers weren't supposed to pitch a tent when talking to their students. Then again, students weren't meant to flirt so blatantly with their teachers either.

And there was the other problem. A girl had flirted with him! A drop-dead s.e.xy girl who was surely so far out of his league it wasn't funny. And he couldn't do anything about it – because she was his student!

Gahhhh! His mind screamed in agony. If only he'd got in as a student he might have had a chance, for God's sake, why was life so unfair!? Instead he'd been forced to turn tail and flee from her advances, a move which had probably really impressed her. Yep, guy runs away from flirting. Very s.e.xy.

He'd just wanted to help out his new friend Ruby… though that friendship was probably going to be tenuous now, judging by how the girl had acted. Peter had agreed, saying Jaune should show his authority to stop the argument from coming to blows.

So he'd steeled his nerves wandered over just in time to hear himself being insulted… and almost crapped himself when the white-haired girl had given him a glare cold enough to freeze his lungs.

At least I managed to force something out… and it seemed to work. Which was a miracle in and of itself. Honestly, it looked more like the girl was trying to avoid getting in trouble, but it still meant he had solved the problem like a teacher would. And if he had to rely on threats of detention to get his point across? Well, that was fine with him.

As long as he never had to handle the detention itself… Maybe that was left to Miss Goodwitch? That would certainly convince the students never to get a detention again.

"Well handled my boy." Peter congratulated as Jaune finally made his way back to the wall the large man was leaning against, accepting a cup of coffee handed to him. Taking a deep sip, he was surprised to note just how nice the coffee at Beacon was.

"I didn't really do anything." Jaune waved the compliment away, but was secretly pleased to have confirmation that he was doing things like he was supposed to. One of the tips on Glynda's cheat sheet had been to never show fear or uncertainty in front of a student, and it had seemed to work wonders here. "But at least it was sorted out."

"Indeed lad. And the important thing is that the students learn who you are, and what you are." That was a good point he supposed, and again he was pleasantly surprised by how intelligent the large man actually was. "Looks like the kids are getting ready for bed." He added, pointing his mug in a direction that Jaune followed.

Ughh…. And had his mind instantly let out a tortured death whine at seeing the creamy white legs of a redheaded woman changing into her pyjamas, right at the moment she bent over, granting him a perfect image of her toned rear and black underwear. It's official… I'm doomed.

His blue eyes trailed a little further, seeing a few other young, and very fit, girls slipping into sleeping clothes. Oh, nothing was really shown bar the brief flashes of underwear… but it was enough to keep his attention locked. It didn't surprise him in the least that he caught a few other guys watching along with him.

"I-is it wise to have guys and girls change in front of each other like this!?" Jaune stuttered out with a loud gulp as he forced more coffee down his throat, and importantly cut off his vision with the dark liquid and bright white mug.

"Ho? Well this is as much a test as the initiation my boy. A hunter must be disciplined. There is a reason the two of us are here after all." Jaune coughed loudly as the man slapped another bear paw into his back, drawing someone nearby people's attention to the pair. A few students pointed at him before turning to their fellows, no doubt trying to figure out who he was. He supposed they would learn sooner or later. "I suppose some of these students are close to your age aren't they my boy. Don't let Glynda catch you looking." The man added as he laughed loudly at Jaune's expense.

Oh Gods… he could just imagine if Glynda Goodwitch caught him flirting with a student or similar, that was probably so far against the rules that she would skin him alive and use him as a tapestry for her office.

"I can control my hormones if I have to." Jaune replied, in what was possible the biggest falsehood he had told since arriving, especially considering what said hormones were doing right at this moment. Calm… it will be easier when this is over and they have their own rooms…

Please sir… I'm late on my homework… perhaps you could accept something else…

"-aune. Jaune!? You there my boy?" A voice broke into his daydream as he shook his head and turned to look at his fellow professor.

"Heh?" He answered back stupidly, hoping he wasn't bleeding from his nose like a poor quality anime character or something.

"I said `it looks like your group is acting up again,` you might want to sort them out." Jaune followed the man's gaze to see that once again Ruby, Yang and the white-haired girl were shouting at one another. Though this time they were doing so beside a wall where a black-haired girl with a bow was resting.

"Again?" Jaune simply whined as he pushed himself off the wall. Beside him, Peter snorted in amus.e.m.e.nt.

"It's difficult to quell the spirits of a huntress-in-training. Though sometimes we must try for the sake of peace. Remember my boy, they have claws!"

"Sure. If I look like I'm about to die come help me." Jaune sighed back, smiling as he got a short laugh from the man. It was strange to imagine that out of a room full of teenagers his own age, he was becoming fast friends with a man who looked to easily be over forty.

"I was always on your side!" Ruby shouted loudly as Jaune approached, taking a few quick moments to address the scene. It literally was the exact same culprits again, though they were now dressed in revealing night clothes. Thank God for Ruby, who was simply dressed in a cute pair of pyjama bottoms and a tank top. He keenly made sure to keep his eyes away from the blonde haired girl's legs, though he noticed her lips twist into an evil smirk when saw him approaching. Though whether that was because she could tease him, or just because he was about to tell the white-haired girl off again was uncertain.

"Okay-okay. Break it up ladies." He instructed as he casually walked between the four of them, though one was hardly a combatant, buried in her book as she was.

Once again the white-haired girl's eyes widened in sudden fear at seeing him, and her mouth shut with a loud click as she waited to be told off. Jaune sucked in a breath and let it out in a long sigh. He really didn't want to be telling someone off twice in a single night, when they hadn't been to any lessons yet… he was going to get a bad reputation at this rate.

"I don't know who started this." He instead spoke to all of them, making sure to look into Ruby's eyes as she cast her gaze down in slight shame. The white-haired girl did the same, though she looked to the side awkwardly. The blonde demon simply shuffled on her feet a little, but still grinned challengingly as he looked into her eyes. The final girl still didn't look up from her book, apparently happy to assume he wasn't telling her off.

Well… she was right, he supposed.

"But I am finishing it. I win, everyone loses. Go to sleep." Jaune was surprised to hear a few muffled giggles from people around them at his words, even as the three being told off blushed a little. The white-haired one was the first to leave, nodding respectfully at Jaune before storming away in definite anger. He hoped he hadn't made an enemy there.

Ruby at least was easier to read. She looked up at him uncertainly, and he eased her concern by giving her a quick smile and a small shrug back to her, as if to say sorry, it's my job. She seemed to understand him, nodding and smiling as she wandered back to her sleeping area.

"Heh, I'll win next time prof." Yang quipped as she winked at him salaciously before wandering after her sister, though he definitely noticed the swaying of her rear in her tight sleeping shorts. God damn…

Finally he turned to the quiet girl who was sat against the wall, noticing for the first time that she was wearing a sleeping yukata that left her long legs free to his vision. And what nice legs those are- NO! BAD!

Seriously though… did she have to sit with her legs propped up like that, as if tempting him to try and follow the curves up towards-

"It will be lights out soon, I would find a place to stop." He instead interrupted himself before his mind and eyes could lead him into any further trouble. For the first time the girl turned her attention away from her book, meeting his eyes with bright yellow orbs that caught him off guard for a moment. What an unusual colour…

"Thank you." She spoke simply, her voice soft but pleasant. Jaune simply smiled back and nodded before walking away.

Frankly, he couldn't wait to get this night over so he could stop being taunted by all these beautiful girls in their night clothes… why couldn't they wear something more conservative!? Like his onesie…