Just came in and read all this. Good stuff. Very juicy. Well written. Tastes like chicken, and/or Pete.
A few things I noticed and didn't see get brought up:
The sun's rays are practically horizontal now. Casting shadows so long that they seem to stretch from Vale all the way across the valley. Ozpin's shadow, too, stretches out east like a long black stain on the stone. Stretches out across you, over you, as if swallowing you whole. Painting the courtyard the colour of oil, triangular ears twitching-
You whirl to face him once more.
The sun is so low as to be fully behind him. Backlighting him with its dying orange glow, the sky above turning a thousand shades of gold and red and pink and purple. Turning the man himself into a near-complete silhouette. When he turns to look at you, the only light you see is from his yellow-amber eyes.
"Is something the matter?" he asks. "Jaune."
This is the exact moment at which we were screwed. Notice what isn't mentioned here? Our own shadow, which we don't naturally cast, and specifically had to remember and tweak in the previous scene to avoid notice. Here, it's completely overlooked in our terrified freezeup. Even if Ozpin didn't have our number before, he knows now.
And yeah, dude is totally an Elder Grimm or something close to it. Probably Gotthard too, and maybe the Sisters. We've gotten tons of hints that the difference between sufficiently Semblance-attuned humans and Grimm is academic at best, and Ozpin closes out the above scene with this pearl of advice:
"Good!" He turns away, releasing you from his gaze as a wolf would a fox from its jaws. You slump slightly, breathe a little easier. Ozpin looks out at the valley his school protects. "Do try to catch up to Professor Gotthard. And get a nice early night. It's not safe to be out all alone after dark."
Then, on a slightly different note, what was bothering Russell so much in
Potions Dust class? We never did get a direct answer, but consider:
Over on the far side Russell doesn't seem to have written anything at all, consumed by silent frustration as he glares down at the page. You notice Gotthard notice too. She rises, the scrape of her chair on the floorboards prompting Russell to lift his gaze. His eyes widen in panic, head dipping down again as he hurriedly draws a circle and... that's about as far as his burst of energy gets him. His pen is still hovering an inch above the page, jittering nervously, when Gotthard reaches him. She blocks your view with her body, whatever words she has for him pitched too low for you to hear over the scratch of pens. You let your gaze wander again.
"(If we go off-book she'll probably just fail us no matter what we do and we'll deserve it too because you don't fuck around with Dust so can you please just tell us what they're writing on the board)" Russel hisses.
I'mma go out on a limb here and suggest he might actually be illiterate?
Anyway, good stuff, fun times, watched, thanks and hope to see more!