The Great and Powerful (RWBY Ozpin Quest)

[19] Let Weiss do her thing.

You could do something. You are the headmaster of Beacon, and disciplinary matters fall within your jurisdiction, but Glynda usually handles that. Instead you pop the stand on the back of your scroll open, set it down on the table so that its forward camera will capture the scene as it unfolds.

Weiss Schnee stands up. Let the record say that she is neither a tall nor broad woman. She's almost doll-like in her proportions, and a man of Cardin Winchester's height should loom over her without even trying. Should.

Miss Schnee stares up with eyes almost glowing with glacial hate, frozen pits. The subtle shaking her her shoulders completely stills as she compresses her lips into a thin line. "Remove. Your hand. From my ear."

"And what if I don't?" Cardin leers, and bends over to get on eye level. "You going to scratch me up?"

...You just saw a man sign his own death warrant, and he did it with a racially offensive joke.

"Excuse me."

"Heh. Yeah, excuse y-"

A snowflake of light appears around Weiss' forearm as she goes from standing upright to lunging for Cardin's throat so quickly that your scroll camera misses it between frames. Her aura crackles with the energy poured into that single glyph, and Cardin stumbles back against the table behind him to the sound of plates crashing to the floor.

But Cardin's bulk and mass isn't for show. He recovers his footing faster than Weiss can regain her balance, and charges the girl. They fall to the floor, Cardin on top with the woman pinned between his knees. He rears up, clenched fist a mace fit to smash straight through Weiss' aura in a single strike, when Yang Xiao Long steps up and serves his head one handed, like a volley ball. He flips back, eyes rolled to show nothing but their whites, and the cafeteria devolves into chaos.

The rest of team CRDL piles in, a trio of beefy young men against the three members of RWBY still standing, and in the time it takes for you to stand it's clear that size alone cannot triumph over skill, which they would know if they paid attention during Professor Port's classes. Since they insist on lunging toward someone as horrifyingly bloodthirsty as Xiao Long unarmed, they obviously spent their lectures doing something else. Perhaps they doodled in their notebooks.

Yang rocked the three of them back with an equal number of quick jabs, while Blake ripped the tablecloth up without disturbing a single glass. She twisted it in the air to make a thick rope, and looped one end over Dove Bronzewing, then the other out. "Ruby."

"Gotcha!" Miss Rose chirps as she grabs the loose end, and then blurs around the boys. Yang snatches the trailing end after two loops, yanks, and then all four members of team CRDL are on the ground, unconscious or tied together.

You cough. No one notices, so you raise your cane in the air, draw some of the dust stored inside it onto the metal cap, and slam it down, igniting the dust with a hollow boom! The noise stops. If it were possible, miss Schnee's face would get even paler. "I would ask what happened, but I was watching the whole time."

A quiet, solitary "Fuck." rises over the assembled students.

"Miss Schnee? I think you've gained a basic understanding of why the White Fang is turning to increasingly shocking and ever more violent acts of protest. Life as a faunus is not easy, when those who have power do not act with the responsibility and wisdom to use that power for the benefit of all. Miss Belladonna? I believe you understand some measure of the stress miss Schnee lives under, due to her circumstances. The punishments I issued you are now over."

You get up, walk to the coffee machine, and open the secret compartment where Professor Oobleck keeps the good stuff while you continue. "Someone tell mister Winchester that he, too, has learned a valuable lesson here today... whenever he regains consciousness."

Ruby Rose stares fixedly at her feet. "Are we in trouble, Headmaster Ozpin?"

You withdraw a tiny section of time dust from your staff with a pass of your hand, and once more tap it on the floor as you turn to leave. The scattered plates, the spilled food, the stains, everything not protected inside a Huntsman's aura fades into nonexistence, and then back into where they were a minute before.

A week's salary, a week of your salary, burns into ticking smoke behind you. It's a cheap price to pay for that impression.

---

The team member Junior arranged for the Malachite twins actually shows up earlier than they do. She's already wearing the school uniform, but it just doesn't go very well with her pink and brown hair, let alone the white streaks dyed in it. Her weapon, listed as an armored sword umbrella, seems well-made at a glance, and her stance reminds you of some of your better students, surprisingly enough.

She also, apparently, can't talk. You feed her transcripts into the shredder set beside your desk after glancing over them -fake like the Malachites'- and then turn back to her to finish your evaluation.

She's... (pick one)
[] Probably a spy
[] Bound to be trouble
[] Eager to learn
[] Simply precious