Courting the Professor's Son

By wildstraydog

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Chapter One: Challenge Accepted

So this story has been a long time coming, trust me I know. But now the stars have aligned, and the first chapter is coming out. This a very comedy-based story, so don't expect big plots or unstoppable villains to impede the protagonist's inevitable progress. Cinder and her group will probably show up, but just as transfer students, or in some romantic entanglement. Either way, just suspend belief and imagine a Beacon that was never devastated by the Grimm.

I said this in my last update, but check my profile for new stories that popped into my head. Although, I don't know when it will appear.

Yang considered herself a connoisseur for the more exciting things in the average person's life, already having the luxury of shaking a club owner down and annihilating most of the lapdogs he sent her way. But if there was one thing she treasured more than adventure, it was accepting a challenge that was impossible to overcome.

Oh sure, she was given the opportunity many times over to fight hungry ravenous hordes of higher-class Grimm. Yet that was given considering her future career, right? Her uncle, Qrow Branwen, had presented her who knows how many scenarios that pushed her past the limit of most Huntresses in-training. She could go on and brag about her achievements, but all of that would mean nothing once she touched ground at Beacon Academy, one of the most prestigious academies in Remnant. The acceptance rate was only fifteen percent, meaning out of the three thousand or so students at Signal, about 450 made it in for the initiation. Of course that number was filed down even more.

So how did someone like her with not the best grades make it into Beacon? Well it didn't hurt when you were a badass blonde bombshell. The Three B's as she liked to call them – she was a formidable opponent, but taking remedial classes from Qrow personally also had something to do with it. Her little sister on the other hand, Ruby Rose, would have no problem making it to Beacon with flying colors. She would miss seeing her adorable family dork – at the same time it gave her some freedom to spread her wings.

The airship was about what she expected for transportation: expansive, sluggish, and lavish. She couldn't turn an aisle without some grandiose caricature of a Huntsman staring back at her. Most of the seats were occupied by giggling cliques and guys on their scrolls. To be honest, Beacon was also an opportunity for her to make new friends... she didn't call those "fans" of hers back in Signal companions. The guys liked her for her assets and the women her outgoing personality.

The only odd figures that stood out from the bunch was the girl with piercing amber eyes and a cute little black ribbon on her dark hair.

People watching was only entertaining for a certain amount of time, so Yang decided to gaze out at the incoming view. She first caught sight of the massive cliffs that overlooked the glistening body of water under it. Near the edge was several docking bays for bullheads and the like, and if she narrowed her lilac eyes just a little, she could make out another entrance for sea-based vessels. Beacon Academy however was the real magnificent sight to gaze upon, its spires reminding her of a magical castle from one of Ruby's fairy-tale books.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" A soft voice said from beside her.

At first the unexpected guest surprised her, not aware of his presence because she was focused on Beacon's architectural wonder. But when her eyes set upon those blue orbs that looked back, Yang froze. Before her, saddled against the railing on the airship was a blonde Adonis, his disheveled hair dancing against the breeze that shot up. The boy's gentle face was brightened by his deep smile, an expression that was so heartwarming that it almost melted her soul.

"Uh... yeah."

His face dropped into his open palm. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you – I'm Jaune Arc." Jaune extended his gloved hands forward, yet she couldn't move, still mesmerized by his overall appearance.

Jaune didn't wear clunky armor like the rest of the boys she passed inside. Snugged firmly against his chest was a white buttoned up shirt with a bright red tie secured around his loose collar. Below his silver belt were khaki pants and a pair of brown loafers, the overall look giving him a more regal and clean appearance.

"Yang Xiao Long, at your service lady killer!" Did that really just come out of her mouth? What was she, some bimbo on the street? No, she had to play it cool, he was just some good looking guy, that doesn't mean she liked him.

"Well it's nice to meet you, are you excited about attending Beacon?" Jaune asked, rubbing the back of his neck in a cute little gesture.

"Of course," She almost yelled. "Aren't you? I mean this is what I've been looking forward to all my life, though not everyone is excited as me..." Her eyes glanced over to a prim girl in a white bolero jacket that chewed out some poor bystander in her way.

"Yeah, I guess, but the academy is nothing really new to me."

"Have you visited it before?" It wasn't that uncommon that some future candidates took a brief tour of the academy before enrolling. She only got to take a peek because of her father and uncle.

"Several times actually," He said with a soft chuckle, "Let's just say that I have family connected with the academy." Yang nodded in understanding, though she wondered why his expression lacked energy.

Maybe she could steer the conversation her way?

"So, tell me blondie, why are you dressed so fancy right now, expecting a hot date to meet you there?" Oh terrific, that was a great way to change the subject. She fiddled with a strand of her blonde locks in hope that he wouldn't catch on to her nervousness. Not that she needed to be embarrassed.

"Oh this," Jaune looked down and played with his tie. "I am meeting someone there, but it's not a girlfriend." A red tint popped up on his cheeks – it was pretty cute.

Attention all students, please get ready to depart for Beacon Academy, a mandatory briefing will occur in the main hall. The woman who made the announcement was Professor Goodwitch, a stern teacher that was infamous within the halls of Signal Academy. The horror stories that Yang heard about her discipline made her shiver, but it made sense that Beacon would employ hardworking Huntresses.

When she directed her gaze onto Jaune, she caught a tiny grin, the look of melancholy from before all but gone. He was cheerful about something... perhaps just excited to finally make landfall? Actually, she did notice him grow a little pale as the ship rocked from turbulence. Jaune hunched over, holding his stomach with one hand covering his mouth. She walked over to assist when he lurched forward, a puddle of vomit bathing her shoes in a colorful palette of green and yellow.

Yeah today was going to be great...

"I'm so sorry," He said in-between coughs, "Motion sickness is actually really common, I thought the pills would last much longer!" Jaune wiped his mouth with a paper towel that he grabbed from the bathroom.

She was lucky enough to get most of it off, but they would have to be cleaned more thoroughly later. Honestly, she would have been more pissed if not for the way he handled the situation. Like a gentleman he apologized and cleaned up the mess for her, promising to buy her a new pair if necessary. Everyone made mistakes, and it reminded her that not even the most seemingly perfect individual is flawless. Jaune Arc was just another student, one that was very attractive and kind.

The airship docked at one of the pads away from the academy and settled, the latches hooking into place. Jaune looked at his scroll and became antsy, grabbing a green duffle bag he placed in the corner and wishing Yang farewell. She planned to stop him, but he rushed to where the ramp was unloading, leaving her in the dust. It sucked, where else was she going to find a kind good looking companion?

She waited for the crowd to disperse and walked down the ramp, bag in hand and watching for where most of the students were heading. A crowd of familiar looking faces waved to her by the fountain, an assortment of people that casually knew her in Signal Academy. It would be awkward to ignore them, not that she cared what they really thought of her. Yang pushed aside any mixed feelings and approached the group, brandishing the fakest smile she could present.

"Hey guys, enjoy the ride?"

"Oh it was awful, some of the boys smelled horribly, you would think most people would present themselves better." One of the girls complained with a flip of the hair.

A boy next to her chuckled. "Did you see that one dude with the heavy armor, that's Cardin Winchester, I hear his family is loaded." Yang just nodded along, catching a few words here and there.

While rude to say, to her they appeared as dark silhouettes. Yang decided to come up with a dumb excuse and leave the crowd, promising to visit another time when she wasn't busy – a false truth.

The entrance was empty save for a short number of girls she didn't recognize, until the same girl dressed in white passed by, a load of suitcases following behind her. She was definitely rich, and she understood immediately once she caught the Schnee logo on the side. That would make her Weiss Schnee, heiress of the Schnee Dust Company.

The heiress looked pissed, mumbling about stupid amateurs who understood nothing of Dust handling procedures. She was the type of girl that begged to be ignored, and she was happy enough to oblige. With no one to associate with and bored out of her mind, Yang decided to head straight for the main hall and hear whatever her future teachers had to say. She expected another boring speech like the one she heard in Signal, something about doing your best and fighting for humanity's future! Maybe it was pessimistic of her, but she wasn't ready for the home work and lessons, but the chance to meet new people.

The main hall was pretty spacious, much larger than Signal's ever was. The chairs and tables were set near the walls for standing room, where students of different cultures and nationalities stood anxiously. She leaned against one of the walls on the left side of the room, throwing her bag onto the floor and checking out the other potential teammates she would have... and the cute boys.

Jaune was nowhere in sight, which kept her excitement to a minimum. The girl with the bow was a little further up in the crowd, both eyes focused on some novel. However she did spot another celebrity in the midst of people, the gold tiara and bright red hair a pretty easy indicator. Pyrrha Nikos, Mistral champion and cover girl for the tasty delight, Pumpkin Pete's cereal – it wasn't that good.

Her taste in morning snacks didn't stop her eagerness to meet the girl. She pushed her way through the crowd and attempted to tap her shoulder, until a mic blared in the main hall, pulling everyone's attention to the strange looking man with a green scar and white hair. The odd man coughed into his hand and lifted the coffee mug in the other, taking a deep sip before releasing a broad sigh. Yang could see other teachers behind him near the curtains on the stage, glancing at the students who still made unnecessary noise.

"I see there's a lot of you today," the man who she assumed was the headmaster said. "I'm Ozpin, the headmaster of this academy, and sadly, I won't be seeing many of you come tomorrow evening." Well he sure knew how to set the mood, talk about depressing.

"This news isn't meant to disappoint, but to motivate you all to strive for the best and cement yourself as a potential Huntsman or Huntress – many of you belong here in these halls, now you just have to prove it." The massive hall went silent as Headmaster Ozpin walked away from the mic, the sound of his cane hitting the stage echoing.

Professor Goodwitch walked up to the podium and slapped what looked like a riding crop in her right hand. "Sleeping arrangements will take place in the ballroom, however dinner will be served in two hours beforehand. Initiation will begin tomorrow morning at 6 a.m. sharp, do not be late or you will be disqualified immediately."

The room erupted in chatter, the students digesting their headmaster and the strict Professor Goodwitch. She expected the tight rules, though she wasn't one for waking up early in the morning. Too bad Ruby wasn't here to help with that... oh well, she would just have to listen for her scroll alarm and not be late. Yang threw her bag over her shoulder and decided to head for the ballroom early and claim a spot before dinner. She would use that chance to greet Pyrrha Nikos then – she just had to fight the "Invincible Girl".

When she reached the ballroom, the spacious arrangements impressed her. There was clearly enough room for any kind of event Beacon wished to plan, and on the sides Yang could make out the fancy decorations that were reserved for dances or performances by the local school clubs. There was already a crowd building in the back corner near the windows, but she decided to grab a vacant spot in the middle, throwing down her bag and pulling out a sleeping bag. She only brought one bright yellow pillow from home, but it would do.

There was no sign of Pyrrha Nikos in the ballroom, so the girl must have gone to do something else. She released a sigh and decided to explore the school, particularly the combat training arenas. Yang didn't expect to see anyone in there so early, but with enough free time on her hand she figured why not. A good sweat and shower before dinner never hurt anyone, plus she felt like breaking stuff. In Patch all she had at her disposal to wreck were a few trees her father needed to be cut down, if Ruby didn't cut them first.

Yang let out a whistle at the main training room, its vast arena in the center standing out amongst the hundreds of spectator seats. She was so mesmerized that she almost didn't notice the lone figure down in the middle with a familiar mop of blonde hair. She rushed down the railings and observed carefully, trying not to break Jaune's concentration. He stood there in silence with sweat pouring down his brow, only slightly lifting his blade above his waist.

A buzzer went off near the ceiling, signaling that a new session commenced. The floor opened up to reveal a conveyor that threw out several drones with static bullets attached to the wings. When she last visited Beacon, Qrow wouldn't allow her to mess with anything, so the sophisticated drones that now hovered in the arena were a sight to behold. The best thing Signal ever got were practice dummies.

The first drone fired a couple of shots around Jaune's feet, the blonde stepping back and swinging his blade upward with the back of his right wrist. His sword cleaved the drone in half, the machine clanking to the ground and spilling wires and circuits into a scattered mess. She barely witnessed the move, his speed and precision were fantastical – and his posture was like a seasoned pro. Was the handsome and vomit prone boy an amazing fighter also? Yang sat at the edge of her seat to observe the rest of the session.

Two more drones flew to surround him, leaving the other three to observe from the back of the arena. Jaune charged forward, clasping the hilt of his blade with both hands and swung it in a succinct arc. Both drones above clattered into the ground with a loud bang, spilling into a pool of a hundred pieces. Jaune pulled a contraption from the back of his waist and unfolded it to a shield. A strange yellow logo was on the front that she couldn't make out. The drones were about to react, but Jaune swung his shield forward like a boomerang, the metal piercing through each machine until it flung back into his hand.

Yang found the only reaction that would be natural was to clap. Jaune's shoulders bounced up, and he looked up to see her with a blush – it was adorable that he got so startled. Wait, slow down tiger, you're not falling for a guy on the first day. Infatuation wasn't wrong, but Yang liked to actually get to know a guy before even considering a date. Well that was most girls, at least she hoped... she could admit that Jaune Arc was very interesting at the least.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle ya there!"

Jaune walked over to the computer by the front entrance, shutting the program off. He looked up at Yang and waved, grabbing a towel on one of the benches to wipe his face off. "It's alright, I just didn't expect anyone in here so early – I thought most of the students would be heading for the ballroom." They thought alike huh?

"I gotta say Jaune that was really impressive." He blushed again, scratching the right side of his cheek.

"Well, it took a lot of work to get where I am today, mostly because of my mother. How about yourself, you a pretty good fighter?" Yang accepted the humility with appreciation, but his question was a shot to her ego.

"Hah, I don't mean to brag," Yang began with a flex. "But I've been told that I'm pretty good. I was one of the top ranking students back in Signal." Jaune smiled at the boast, walking up beside her to examine the gauntlets on her wrists.

Ember Celica was her greatest achievement in recent years. Her sister Ruby helped with the design, but she made the final touches. She wanted a close-range weapon that suited her fighting style; the shotgun aspect was added later when considering targets from afar like Nevermores. Either way, she was proud of the weapon and would tell anyone that was willing to listen, including Jaune Arc.

"Gauntlets...," Jaune mused aloud. "Do they carry Dust shells? From the design, they look as if they release with every punch." That was... an amazing observation. How smart was this guy really?

"What about you hot stuff, does your sword transform into anything? I saw that awesome shield action." He chuckled, looking down at the collapsible shield on his waist.

"Actually, that's it – just a plain sword and shield."

"Really? No machine-gun or grenade launcher hidden in that shield I don't know about?" She couldn't imagine a student not having a mecha-shifting weapon in Beacon. Only aged Huntsman and Huntresses used classics like that.

"Nope, just my sword Crocea Mors," Jaune continued to laugh. "It's an heirloom in my family, having been used for generations against the Grimm." Crocea Mors... that name was familiar to her, she just couldn't remember why.

"Well my gauntlets are called Ember Celica, and don't ever underestimate in a battle." She cockily replied with a wink. Jaune shot another cheeky grin and brushed past her up the stairs, dragging the towels he brought with him.

"Leaving so soon?" She cooed.

"Afraid so, I have to check up on a few things before dinner. Maybe I'll see you there?" He waved and exited the room, the sound of his footsteps trailing in her ears.

"Damn, I forgot to challenge him."

For dinner, Yang felt like some good old pizza to satisfy her stomach. Her training session went on a little bit longer than she thought. It was hard to resist a good smack down, and Jaune's earlier performance boosted her motivation. The cafeteria was packed, students crushed together like canned food, squirming to find a chance for a table. It would take close to an hour maybe if she waited in line, but the amount of people was only because of the students that weren't knocked out by initiation. She was about to leave and call it an early night when she caught Pyrrha Nikos in her periphery, the champion sitting alone.

This was the best chance to introduce herself, yet... why was one of the most popular girls in all of Remnant sitting at a table by herself? It didn't add up, unless she was really a bitch in person.

"Hey, Pyrrha Nikos right?" The redhead jerked back to look at Yang, her expression painted with embarrassment. Was she really that shy?

"Oh, yes, I apologize for the awkward stare."

"No problem, so why are you sitting alone?"

Pyrrha's expression dampened, her bright green eyes fading. Her plump lips loosened into a frown and she looked back at some of the tables that were whispering. "I... assume you know who I am?" Yang shot a glare at the whispering table, the sound of chairs shifting not going unnoticed.

"Yeah, what of it?" Pyrrha's eyes widened.

"Well, I wish more people were like you," She somberly replied, "Not afraid to approach and get to know me and not the persona I go by." Ah, so isolation from her celebrity status. It was sad to see a girl so beautiful all alone. She forgot about her excitement to challenge the champion in a battle.

"Guess what P-money, today you just made a new best friend!" Yang patted her on the shoulder with glee and took a seat opposite of her. Pyrrha titled her head back and grew a wide smile, a light chuckle escaping.

"Sooo, tell me, you got the scoop on the initiation?"

The redhead set down her fork and wiped her face with a napkin, a cute grin twisting in unease. "I'm afraid not, but one of the second years told me the initiation changes every year at Beacon." Well that sucked... pretty smart of the headmaster to change it up, and exciting.

"Oh well, guess I'll have to wing it. How about some girl talk to pass the time? See any boys so far that you fancy?" Pyrrha blushed and shook her head rapidly. She was pretty shy from what Yang could tell, so it didn't surprise her – wait until she saw Jaune Arc.

"Excuse me, Pyrrha Nikos?" A feminine voice cut-in.

Yang looked up in surprise to see the prim rich girl she saw in the main hall – Weiss Schnee. Her face was very doll-like, a porcelain face with bright icy blue eyes. The girl's hair was white as snow, tied in a titled ponytail with a tiara centered on top of her head. The rest of her outfit was white, the bolero jacket red on the inside, and her combat skirt was laced with light blue snowflakes on the end.

"Um, yes, and you must be Weiss Schnee." Pyrrha knew who she was, though not that all unexpected. Of course two celebrities knew each other, but by the uneasy tone Pyrrha adopted, she wasn't all that excited.

"Thank you, I'm so glad to see you remembered me," Weiss remarked, a smile on her petite lips. "Do you mind if I join you both?" She looked over at Yang and narrowed her eyes with a wary stare.

She wasn't going to like this girl was she?

"Did you arrive from Atlas without any trouble?" Pyrrha asked, a steady tone in her question.

"Yes, it was mostly pleasant, except that someone almost knocked over my suitcase full of valuable Dust. How about yourself Pyrrha?" Guess she wasn't here huh?

"Same, I had no troubles coming in from Mistral. Oh, this is Yang Xiao Long - she's been very kind to me so far." Score one for Pyrrha Nikos. Weiss turned to look at her with what Yang assumed was a fake smile.

"Nice to meet you Weiss Cream," She cringed at the change in her name. "How did you meet Pyrrha here?" Weiss released a sigh and looked forward at Pyrrha.

"If you must know, we met about a year ago during a charity event in Mistral. I was impressed by her natural skill and composure in battle, not to mention her kind personality really stuck out to me." Pyrrha lightened up a bit, perhaps happy to know that Weiss also liked her as a person.

"Thank you for saying that Weiss."

"I have to admit, she's pretty shy - we just got done talking about boys." Weiss rolled her eyes, wiping her mouth with a napkin like Pyrrha did earlier, only more dainty-like.

"Pyrrha is probably more concerned with initiation tomorrow I imagine," Weiss commented. "Besides, we haven't even secured out spots yet, what if we like a boy and he doesn't get to attend Beacon?" Huh, Yang had to give it to the heiress, she made a good point.

There was no way Jaune would flunk out.

"Sounds like you do have someone in mind." Yang teased.

Weiss huffed at the insinuation and picked up her tray, bidding them farewell.

"She's... pretty nice."

Pyrrha let out a breath of relief and stood up from the table with her tray. "She means well, I think, hopefully her time at Beacon will open her eyes to the world outside of the mansion walls." Yang didn't expect to hear that from the champion, but she was learning a lot about people in general today.

"I have to gather my stuff Yang, but I hope to see you later." She politely bowed and turned to return her tray, leaving Yang alone to wallow.

Night came faster than she anticipated, and most of the students were crammed into the ballroom setting up their sleeping bags. She changed into her pajamas and lied onto her comfy makeshift bed, scanning the room for anyone interesting to spy on. No one really caught her eye, save for the muscular boys wrestling in the corner. She imagine what kind of muscle Jaune was packing, maybe that shirt hiding some quality abs from her?

Sadly, she didn't see Jaune among the masses in the room. Yang sat up with a light grunt and checked the further corners of massive space in hopes of spotting a blonde crop of hair. He always seemed to be missing whenever she wanted to see him... at least it deepened the mystery for her. A light cough broke her hunt for Jaune, and she looked over to the right side of the room near the windows. Against the wall with a nose buried deep in her book was the same black haired girl with the bow she saw on the airship. Those eyes were so enticing to look at, giving her an almost animal quality to them.

Screw it, Jaune wasn't around and she wasn't tired yet. Yang stood from her spot and maneuvered through the sea of sleeping bags to approach the bookish girl. Her socks muffled the sound of her footsteps, but when she approached, the bow on the girl's head twitched. She found it funny, but the suspicious glare directed at her said otherwise about the girl's personality. She was also in her pajamas, but the girl's legs left a lot to the imagination -it kind of made her jealous.

"Uh, hey, what's up, saw you were all alone over here." Amber eyes blinked in curiosity and the girl set down the bound novel onto the floor.

"And what about it?" Okay this was going to be tough.

Yang released a sigh. "Honestly, I'm bored and saw you were by yourself," She began. "I'm just trying to meet new people, kind of what I've been doing all day." She hummed at Yang's explanation and picked her book up, opening it to the exact spot she was at earlier.

"I appreciate the gesture, but I'm trying to read before the mandatory curfew tonight." Yang shrugged, walking back over to her bed.

"Blake Belladonna."

"Huh?" She glanced back.

"My name, its Blake Belladonna." Yang's smile grew, leaving behind Blake with a brief wave. Not everyone was open to socializing day one.

With about thirty minutes left to kill before the lights went out, she decided to leave the ballroom and head for the roof. The experience wouldn't be the same as in Patch, the lights in the city blinding most of the stars from view. Still, the crisp night air against her smooth skin felt nice, and it gave her time to think. Most of the students at Signal assumed she had it all: looks, popularity, pure strength, but that didn't define who she was. Yang was becoming a Huntress because... that was all she could think of doing in her life.

The roof door creaked opened as she opened it, the hinges rusted from age and use. A soft breeze caressed her rosy cheeks when she stepped outside, and the moon above shone a ray of light onto her blonde locks. The view was actually romantic, if she was into that lovey-dovey crap. She appreciated a good horizon to look at though, and it sort of reminded her of the treehouse she and Ruby built in Patch.

"Nice view, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Yang froze, craning her neck to see that Jaune Arc was leaning against the railing next to her, just like he did on the airship.

"Damn, this is the second time you scared me today!" Yang chuckled with a low pant, earning a mumbled apology from her fellow blonde.

"Again, sorry, I just didn't want to interrupt your moment – you looked deep in thought." He shot her that signature grin of his that she was beginning to love.

"Don't worry about it, you're just sneaker than me I suppose. Why are you up here by yourself?" Curse her lack of puns in this situation!

Jaune got up from the railing and smiled, gathering up his weapons to haul on his back. "Like you, I really admire the view here."

"Your right, it's very... calming."

"Guess you could say we finished this day up with a... Yang." The world came to a stand still, the air surrounding her freezing in place. Jaune Arc, the seemingly perfect man in every aspect, despite her reservations when it came to her emotions... said a pun.

In that lone second, the gears in her brain turned at ferocious speeds. Yang's heart pumped a mile a second, and a blush conquered her cheeks to create a red tint so deep it was like a fresh tomato. Yang Xiao Long had decided there that Jaune Arc would become her boyfriend, no matter what it took or whose bridges she had to burn.

"Hey, Jaune, I was wondering-" The door opened from behind her, again catching her off guard. She was about to yell when her body went rigid at the sight of Professor Glynda Goodwitch, the infamous teacher of Beacon Academy.

"What are you doing up here Jaune?" The professor questioned with a narrowed glare, her eyes darting back to Yang who shrunk in fear.

"Sorry, I got a little distracted and wanted to look at the stars before going to bed, it won't happen again Mom." Wait... did he say?

"Oh Yang, I forgot to introduce you," Jaune walked up to Professor Goodwitch and wrapped an arm around her shoulder with a bright smile. "This is my mom and professor here at Beacon Academy, Glynda Goodwitch." Nope she heard that correctly.

Challenge accepted.

So you probably noticed a few changes in this version of Remnant. I have modeled the schools differently, including how classes work and what each student will have to do in order to make good scores. Jaune is the same klutz and doofus you're all familiar with, except that he is well trained, because of course with a mother like Professor Goodwitch you're going to be whipped into shape.

Ruby is missing from Beacon as well... but she'll show up at one point, just not going to let you know when. Yang's interactions with Weiss are also different, because Ruby never upset the heiress to make her dislike Yang for being related to her, that and Yang has no reason to side with Ruby. I'm already having a lot of fun with this story so stay tuned!