Hey guys, I mentioned this story would be a side-stories collection for Professor Arc, and here we go. This is the prologue, which really just sets the scene for what a typical day at Beacon is like for our intrepid hero.

Although it won't always fit, you can perhaps imagine this as a pre-cursor to every chapter. So this happens pretty much every weekday to Jaune – and then the chapter comes after it. That won't always work of course, but it's a stylistic choice.

Prologue – Just another day

The morning began like any other.

He, Jaune Arc, Professor at Beacon Academy woke up immediately when the alarm he'd set the previous night blared angrily to life, assaulting his eardrums with a high pitched ringing as he rolled over to destroy it.

His eyes shot open a moment later in pain, even as he cradled his hand against his chest. His eyes, rimmed with red stared at the solid wall not three inches in front of him. Which his hand had smashed into.

His bed wasn't against the wall. But then, he probably wasn't in his bed either, was he?

Dragging his aching body from the hard floor, Jaune climbed to his feet and padded over to stop the alarm, sparing a baleful glance towards his comfortable bed as he did so. The large bed, which could probably fit three people, had a single occupant.

Or rather, wrapped in a frankly ridiculous cocoon of sheets and thick duvets, slept the bane of his existence. How she managed to sneak into his room every night he had no idea. Nor how she was able to kick him out of the bed without him even realising.

She's necessary somehow… I need training from her, and Roman isn't going to be happy if I smother her with a pillow.

Also she would probably wake up and kick his ass.

"One day Neo… one day…" He threatened as he staggered out of the room and towards the showers. Another Monday, another week in the life of a boy pretending to be a man pretending to be a Professor.

There could probably be a few more pretends in there he supposed, as he let the hot water wash over him. Pretending not to be interested in a few of his students, pretending his eyes never strayed to Yang's breasts, or Blake's legs, or Glynda's ass. Pretending he could actually understand anything that Oobleck said, pretending he didn't have the suspicion that Ozpin was actually in desperate need of a brain scan.

Pretending he hadn't spent a quarter of his generous salary on a first-edition copy of X-ray and Vav, which had been so worth it, by the way.

The shower turned off with a squeak as he stepped out and began to towel himself dry. There were a few bruises just about fading from last night's session with Neo, but they wouldn't be visible to the class.

Shrugging his way into his typical uniform, and fastening his breastplate over the top of his blue coat, Jaune checked his scroll for the time, before hurrying over to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Looked like there was only ten minutes before he needed to meet with the rest of the faculty – they were always up earlier than the students, a fact he was sure the student body had no idea of, the lazy bastards…

Two eggs cracked over a pan, completely messing up on the way down, with the yokes spilling all over. There went the fried eggs.

"Hmm, I love omelette." He said instead, acting for all the world as though it had been the plan all along. Domesticated male procedure 101.

Flipping it with an easy ineptitude, he let it slip from the pan onto the plate while he fumbled with some lettuce and ham for a lunchbox. Even he couldn't ruin that. The plastic lid closed and clicked shut over the lunchbox as he let out a small grin at his handiwork, before a pale hand rushed into his vision, snatching the box. Neo waved goodbye as she shattered into the air, his lunch going with her.

…

He sighed as he checked his scroll, two minutes to go – he'd just need to eat at the cafeteria again. At least he still had his . . . empty plate with remnants of egg on it. Knife and fork laying haphazardly over the mess.

His scroll began to beep, long before he had even thought of any words strong enough to express his impotent rage. Snatching an apple he bit into it as he fled the room for work.

Just another day in the office.

Peter greeted him as he arrived at the staffroom, slipping a mug of coffee into Jaune's grasping hands even before the boy had sat down. The two nodded, no words necessary as they partook of their necessary fortification for the day ahead. The two drank, synchronised, both letting out a long satisfied sigh afterwards.

Oobleck arrived next. Staggering into the room like a man on the worst bender of his life. Premium designer bags hung beneath his eyes, a glorious shade of purple, while his pearly white teeth were visible due to his heavy yawn.

Jaune sipped the rest of his own coffee, before reaching over and picking up a plan white mug with a `danger – corrosive` symbol on it.

The Doctor took it, downing it in one. The man sighed blissfully, twitching once before coughing and resuming his normal countenance. Any sign of fatigue had vanished.

"Capital morning my fellows! Are we prepared for another day preparing the future of our world for the dangers that lay ahead!?"

Jaune nodded in response, smiling as Peter made some dramatic and improbable boast about what his students would achieve. It was the same every morning with them. A comfortable routine that helped ease his tired mind.

Glynda arrived next, though one could never call her late. No doubt by now she had already solved a hundred little things the day might have ahead, without being asked or even expected to do so by the others. Her unfaltering efficiency was as regular as the sun rising.

And Jaune was fairly sure much like the sun, it would bring the end-times if she weren't there with them.

"Good morning." She offered politely, accepting the (frankly disgusting) herbal green tea and taking a short sip. Her green eyes roved across the room, cataloguing everything and filing it away in some recess of her mind. "I see Ozpin has not yet arrived."

No one responded to that, each of them knowing that the day Ozpin arrived early would be a very dire day indeed. No news was good news, as far as Vale's most influential hunter was concerned.

The four of them sat in silence, enjoying the peace that would soon be trampled under a horde of loud students. Rarely did they talk much in the mornings… they orated enough during lectures and lessons that it actually felt nice to not have to speak at all.

"We have a problem." Were the first words to cross Ozpin's lips as he strolled into the room, super-size mug in one hand.

Peter let a single eyebrow rise. Oobleck waited patiently. Glynda sighed, and Jaune simply rolled his eyes. As though the ominous words came as a surprise to any of them.

Yep.

Just another day at Beacon.

There we go, there isn't much in this chapter, other than Neo being her usual self. Which is why this chapter is being posted alongside chapter 1. As I said, this is just a way of me being able to start each chapter in a drabbles sort of way, since they won't need much of an intro – as this is sort of the intro for every day.

That said the events are all inter-connected, and you can assume they are all canon to Professor Arc. These just happen on the in-between days. The boring days where nothing over-the-top occurs.

Though "boring" for a school training teens to be murderous combatants is probably not the same kind of boredom most would be used to.