Reunion

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"Yang, why did you bring us here again?" Blake asked, causing Yang to wonder with her.

"Y'know, I just had a funny feeling that we should be here. Maybe it's the spooky spirits of Halloween coming to get us!" Yang said creepily, making a funny face at Ruby.

"Hey! That stuff only used to scare me when I was a kid." Ruby complained, before seeing me behind Pyrrha.

"AHH!" Ruby screamed, jumping on top of Blake's shoulders, pointing right at me. "I-i-it's a g-g-ghost!" Ruby said, clearly scared. They all turned around to see me, and I hadn't realized that I had pressed the button until just now. I guess my hands were clenched in anticipation I pressed the button without realizing it.

"Oh, uh, h-hey guys." I blurted out, before Pyrrha sprinted at me. She ran right through me and hit the wall. "Pyrrha! Are you ok?" I ran over and asked, before seeing her give me an odd look.

"Are you the real Jaune?" She asked, clearly on the verge of tears. Nora nodded in unison with the rest of the people in the room, and I decided to have some fun with them again.

"Ask me any question that an imposter wouldn't know, and I'll answer it correctly!" I said triumphantly, with my trademark smile.

Pyrrha got my attention and, without saying a word, pointed to her eyes.

"Binoculars!" I shouted out, causing Nora to giggle.

"Jaune Arc, short, sweet, ladies love it! Who did you say told me that on the first day we met?" Ruby asked quizzically.

I sighed, not wanting to admit it in front of everyone. "My mom..." I said, my face blushing. This made Yang stifle a laugh, and Weiss decided she had had enough.

"Ok 'Jaune', if you really are the real Jaune, what poster did Yang make and put around the school after you did that horrible guitar music to try and get me to go to the dance with you in our first year?" Weiss said, clearly on her wits' end.

"Hey! I practiced for a whole two weeks to play that music!" I said, not thinking.

"It's him." Pyrrha, said. "He practiced for three hours every day for two weeks, which dropped him a grade in Port's class, may I add."

"Well now that we have that settled, how could we not see you until now?" Blake mused, until seeing the ball in my hand.

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