Professor Arc

Chapter 7

Here we go, another chapter of Professor Arc. The next chapter of One Good Turn will come out before the week is over. I'm glad you all liked the reveal of Roman and Neo in the last chapter, and quite a lot of you accurately predicted the manner in which I intended to use Cinder, and her posse in future chapters! I won't spoiler it, but well done to you people! Cinder is going to be a main character. :)

I also again took on many suggestions from reviews, and hope you enjoy this chapter! Not much else to say really. :D

Ahoy Scallywags, there be some seriousness in this chapter. Power through it, it's a necessary evil in a sea of future comedy. The gold will come later. I promise on me first mate.

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Awkward circumstances

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"A different office?" The blonde woman questioned as she picked up her books, allowing Jaune to take half with a small smile of gratitude. "Most of us don't have offices per se Jaune. We tend to teach in designated classrooms, and retire to our own rooms for any marking. There is always the staff room if you need space however."

"It's not space I need Glynda." Jaune replied with an easy grin as the two made their way down the halls, students flowing around them but never bumping into them. Miss Goodwitch's reputation was more than convenient at times. "I was just thinking that if students want to come to me for counselling, they might feel a little awkward if I was inviting them back to my room." Left unsaid was the suggestion that it might also look more than a little suspect if he was inviting young women there as well.

"Yes. That would be... bad." The older woman replied simply, an unreadable expression on her face. "Perhaps I can speak to Ozpin about having another room made available for you. If my memory serves, the rooms by your own are vacant at this time. Perhaps we should take a look at them now and see if either would suit?"

"That would be great." He thanked, pleased that she was taking his side on the matter. He would have gone directly to Ozpin on it, but was still feeling a little uncertain about the older man. The look in his eyes and the enigmatic grins that came across his lips still put the young faker on edge. At least with Glynda he knew where he stood! "You're a life-saver Glynda."

"I have a free hour anyway." She waved off his praise, though he could see the small pleased smile tugging at her lips. "Do you have any idea what you're looking for in this new office?"

Truthfully he didn't. Which he supposed wouldn't be too bad of a thing to admit since all the teachers knew he didn't have any experience in counselling. What he really needed was somewhere he could dedicate to this role, so that any students wouldn't see anything incriminating in his own rooms. For instance books on low-level fighting or basic history – things he really ought to already know.

"Just somewhere I can have a few seats to sit on, probably around a small table or something. A couple of bookshelves might be nice, but probably won't be necessary."

"You're looking to model it like a psychiatrist's office?"

"Sort of." He agreed, thinking back on offices he had seen in television shows and the like, since he'd never been to see one himself.

"I would advise against the reclining seat. Even hunters in training will likely feel more than a little vulnerable laying down like that. But the rest should be fine." Jaune nodded to show he had understood her comment as they continued onwards. Just some normal seats would be enough, so long as they were comfortable.

"I'm just worried about the costs..." He mumbled with some small embarrassment. Mentally he knew there had to be some kind of budget for the school, perhaps an expenses allowance. But he didn't know how to go about accessing it, and didn't like the idea of demanding it either.