Professor Arc

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."