Weiss shook her head, tapping her foot repeatedly against the floor. It was clear from a stranger's view she was very impatient or...very nervous. Though no stranger could see where she was.

She was standing in her large bathroom, awaiting the patriarch of the family to enter. Blinking, she felt a tinge in her eye.

Her left eye stung, and she looked up into the mirror. The scar was a bright red and very much visible, but she wore the new mark with pride. A sad smile etched it's way on her face. Her left eye was slightly foggy but better than irreversible spine damage or something.

Just a few more minutes then, just maybe, she'd be able to get out of the Manor. It was a prison, and she was the prisoner. It was as simple as that.

Finished studying her scar, she stopped facing the mirror. Sighing, she heard the clacking of business shoes against the floor, as her father entered the bathroom door frame.

It took a moment or two but she raised her head to look.

He was sneering at her, clearly peeved that she had defeated the Armor Gigas. Calculating ocean eyes met hers before he sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Weiss blinked. His hand gripped her uncomfortably tight as her eyes attempted to read his own. It felt like a game of wits until the man opened his mouth to speak.

"Weiss." It was gruff as he addressed his daughter. Weiss returned the gaze, forcing herself to not shake.

"I've...come to the conclusion you want to become a huntress," Her father sighed for a moment. "But let me tell you, you arenotgoing to slip through my fingers likeWinter."

The heiress blinked yet again, shocked. What exactly was her father getting at? He squeezed her shoulder.

"You may attend Beacon, but this is only for the SDC. Not you."

Weiss blinked. She was hurt by his last two words, but it was quickly overshadowed by the relief she felt.

"Only if you check in every week. Do what you will, donotlie to me Weiss."

He sneered at her for another moment before walking away as if nothing had happened. It was quiet, save for Weiss calming her breathes.

For a moment she felt like she was having a dream.

Clenching her fists together, and heaving out deep breaths she relaxed. She rubbed her now sore shoulder, staring at the ground in shock.

"Miss Schnee?" She looked up to see her Butler. Klein blinked, his eyes sparkling at the smile that grew on Weiss' face.

He could only help but know it went well. As well as it could. Weiss inhaled again, as Klein embraced her softly. Mind still overloaded, she barely heard the old man's words.

"Come on, let's get you packed up."

She let go first, mind over processed. Klein observed her as she recovered from the news and physical contact before she nodded.

"Alright."

Weiss shivered a bit. She just hoped that her partner wouldn't be a hug freak.

She could only hope for the best. Weis stared at the door before following the bumbling Butler to her room, shifting restlessly. He was humming as he moved to open her curtains and Weiss watched him with a smile.

It started to fall as she realized it could very possibly be the last time she'd see him for a while.

Klein, cleaned up her bed as she mulled over her personal thoughts, grimacing as she realized how colossal her decision really was.

Her heart seized. She wouldn't only be leaving Klein...but Whitley.

She shook her head, he was pretty much already the spitting image. Plus, he was too young to take him with her. Technically she wasn't even an adult.

It wouldn't be so bad, right? Her father always favored the boy over her or Winter. Would she even ever see Winter again?

The last time was over 4 months ago. She swallowed. Self doubt crept onto her mind like a parasite, twisting her words and stretching out the consequences.

She really just did make the biggest mistake of her life, didn't she?

Whitley would've forgive her. Maybe that's what her father wanted all along. She blinked, not noticing the concerned look Klein was now giving her.

She also didn't notice, she fangs popping out I'm agitation and drawing back in.

Her mind was quickly becoming over loaded as she started to snap lightly with her fangs. It was a habit she simply couldn't help.

Her father's eyes were cold. Uncaring. It was much different when he looked at Whitley. The boy was quickly becoming more aggressive and bossy towards everyone.

She'd be leaving him alone with their parents. Though, Weiss could care less about her Mother. She'd drunken herself into a stupor every morning. And night. And day.

She bit her thumb aggressively, the pain immediately making her snap back into reality. She was shaking. Her fangs were still, clearly thinking there was still danger.

Her mind was wrong. She still cared about her broken family. It hurt to say it, but she did. To be honest she was a little ashamed.

Weiss' mind was still hazy, she blinked and realized fingers were waving in her face. Klein's fingers to be exact as she snapped back.

"I'm sorry." Weiss could only mutter the apology, confusion nestled into her mind. It was like a sensory overload but in her mind.

Her mind raced for one more time. What if someone figured out her heritage? Everything she built so hard to protect would be smashed down in an instant.

What if a faunus found out? They could use it to blackmail her. Shivers ran down her spine. It was a bit too much and she managed to croak out.

"I need a nap, I can wake up early to pack for Beacon." Her voice wavered at the end and Klein dipped his head.

"Of course, Miss Schnee."

He retreated to the door, bowing once before the door closed and Weiss was left with her own thoughts.

The heiress's mind ran rampant. She'd wanted freedom and she'd got it. Hadn't she?