Arriving at the front doors, Y/N gets off his horse and ties him to a nearby lamppost. He looks around a bit and notices everyone giving him weird looks.
"Is there a problem?" He questions, his voice sounding gruff with his accent.
Everyone looks away and continues with what they were doing.
After entering the building, Y/N eventually finds himself in an elevator. He presses a button and feels the box start moving up. He pulls out his journal and starts writing.
I think this will be a good start for me. Hopefully I can right my wrongs by becoming a hunter. I remember my Pop always talking about them with a large amount of admiration in his voice and a regretful glint in his eye. No matter. I'm going to talk to the principal. Hope this goes good.
He finishes writing and closes the book where he then places it back in his pocket. The elevator comes to a stop and the doors open to large office with a lady sitting at a desk drinking out of a mug.
Y/N starts walking to her and stops in front of her desk.
"Um... Howdy there. I assume you're Miss Ozpin, right?" He asks as he takes off his hat, holding it to his chest.
The lady smiles at him and replies in a calm, yet happy tone of voice. "Yes, I am! And I assume you're Mr. Morgan?"
Y/N nods once.
"Yes ma'am. And thank you for inviting me over." He says moving his hat.
She motions to a chair on his left.
"Please, take a seat. And do you like tea?" She asks taking another sip of her mug as Y/N sits down.
Y/N nods.
"Yes ma'am. Sweet, please."
She smiles and calls to a lady who Y/N didn't notice before.
"Miss Goodwitch, would you mind fetching us some southern style tea and coffee? Please?"
The blonde lady shakes her head side to side and looks at Y/N with a small smile on her face.
"Not at all, Lynda."
She walks to a table where she begins using her semblance to pour drinks and mix them.
"You said sweet, right Mr. Morgan?" She asks him.
Y/N looks over and nods.
"Yes ma'am. And thank you."
Goodwitch smiles again.
"You're very welcome, young man." She says as she brings a platter with 2 pitchers and a glass cup.
Y/N gets up and walks over to her.
"Please, let me help. It would be rude of me to let you do all of the work." He says as he grabs the platter from her.
She blushes and soon goes back to smiling.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Morgan."
She crosses her hands and walks off.
Y/N sits back down and pours himself a glass of tea.
"So then, Y/N. I've heard about your semblance. What was it called again?"
Y/N swallows his drink and sets it down.
"Dead Eye. Time slows down and I can pinpoint certain areas to shoot. I can use any ballistic or projectile weapon with it." He says as he points to his holstered pistol.
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