...FLOCK TOGETHER
YANG POV
"You're late. Again."
Blake spoke in her usual mono-toned voice while keeping her deadpanned expression that she always wore when she's reading her books... or all the time.
"Well. It's a bit different this time. I ran into this new kid on the way here, literally. I didn't wanna be douche after knocking him down and just go. I mean I kinda did, but I did hear him out a bit."
Nora who was sitting behind me, suddenly had her ears perked up in excitement. She leaned in closer with her hand cuffing both my ear and her mouth at the same then whispered... well, she tried to whisper.
"Did you say new kid? This late into the semester? OOH, I wonder what's his story."
Seeing as how Nora's always at a 100, it doesn't surprise me the least bit when Jaune and Ruby decided to join in on the conversation.
"You think he's one of those goodwill students that Professor Ozpin was recruiting? I thought those were just rumors... wait is this new kid even a he?"
I smirked at Jaune and nodded, much to his disappointment.
"Sis! Sis! Did you see his weapon!?"
Of course that would be the first thing Ruby wanted to ask.
"Guys, were still in class you know?"
Ren calmly protested.
"True, but I wonder which team he's going to be joining then?
Even Pyrrha's curiosity was piqued.
Soon, the small rumor mill that I inadvertently started turned into a full blown class discussion, and Oobleck was not happy about it.
"Ahem!"
All of us stopped our chattering at the same time the moment we heard Oobleck's not so subtle cough. We all shook our heads, cringing at the idea that homework tonight might be doubled... maybe even tripled, because this 'misbehavior' as he would call it. All on top of an hour long lecture. Torture. Pure torture. I was about ready to zone out every word that comes out of Professor Oobleck's mouth, when lo and behold, Professor Ozpin and Professor Goodwitch barged in our classroom.
"Professor Ozpin."
Surprised, Ozpin's name was all he could muster at the sight of the man himself, to which Ozpin replied with a simple nod. He walked to the center of the room, twirling his cane before slamming it's tip on the wooden floor the moment he reached his destination.
"Good morning, students of Beacon Academy. I apologize for interrupting your class, Doctor Oobleck, but I have an announcement to make. I am sure most of you are aware that I have a program in this academy that allows less fortunate individuals, who exhibit great talents to become hunters and huntresses, to join our ranks as students. To give em an opportunity to learn, grow, and make a better life for themselves. Unfortunately, all of my invitations were turned down... well, all but one."
Ozpin glanced at the classroom door, urging who I assume is the student he was talking about, to come in and come in he did.
"H-hey, ah, everyone. I wasn't really expecting to have an intro as grand as this professor..."
The new kid was tall and fair skinned, with brown eyes. His hair was short and dark, messily layered on top, with the left side of his hair almost covering his left eye. He wore the typical Beacon Academy uniform with his own twist to it, with his suit unbuttoned, his collars popped up, and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The knot on his necktie was loose and untucked, and to top it all off, he had a scarlet scarf lined with gold, wrapped around his waist twice over.
I leaned closer to Weiss and whispered in her ear... actually whispered.
"That's him, the new kid I was telling y'all about."
Weiss's raised her eyebrow, then quickly shifted her gaze towards the new kid, examining him from head to toe. The more she looked at him, the more agitated she got.
"How barbaric."
The moment those words came out of Weiss's mouth, Professor Goodwitch stepped forward, just as annoyed as Weiss was.
"You'll have to forgive our new student here. It would seem, he is unfamiliar with our dress code. Worry not, we'll make sure he's up to speed with Beacon Academy's standards."
The new kid placed his hands against hips and flashed a smile that lit up the whole room.
"Nope."
Everyone was shocked at how straightforward his response was. To Goodwitch no less. But none were more surprised by his answer than Professor G, herself.
"Excuse. Me?"
Unfazed, the new kid simply shrugged his shoulders and smiled at her.
"This is my casual clothes. Everyone's wearing they're casual clothes today aren't they?"
You can see the wrinkles in Goodwitch's face, the way she's curling her face in anger, but Ozpin stopped her from exploding right on the stop.
"Now, now Glynda, he's not exactly wrong. Here. *cough* Why don't you introduce yourself?"
The new kid smiled at Oz then turned towards us.
"The name's Ezra Flyheight. You can just call me Ezra. I'm a native here in Vale, down by the outskirts. I wish I could have joined you guys earlier in the year, but.. ah.. circumstances.. So here I am. Looking forward to working with you guys."
A bit uptight, and somehow carefree at the same time. Totally different from his stuttering personality earlier.
"Thank you Mr. Flyheight." Ozpin continued. "As you all know, Beacon Academy revolves around teams, and since we do not have the right amount of freshmen to place Mr. Flyheight into a separate team of his own, I have decided to put him as an 'extra,' substitute, an honorary member if you will to an already existing team."
The moment Professor Ozpin made that statement, the chattering that Oobleck stopped immediately invigorate the whole room, with each person roaring louder than they did a second ago. I mean, how could we not? An extra body to a four-man team? That's an absolute game changer, for better OR worse.
"Nice. I wonder which team he's running to?"
I slouched back and crossed my legs under my desk, looking all excited. Blake doesn't seem to really care all that much, Ruby's ecstatic, probably for all the wrong reasons, and Weiss... is still agitated.
"Well it doesn't really matter, but he better not be in OUR team."
Blake glanced back at Weiss, finally showing some sort of interest.
"Why's that? The more the merrier is how the saying goes right?"
Weiss snared at Blake, diverting her irritation towards her.
"What?" Blake answered back. "I just don't tend to judge a book based on its cover."
Weiss seemed amused by Blake's reaction. She had the look of a spoiled child, ready to lay down the law the moment someone says anything that doesn't agree with her ideas. The classic Weiss look, basically.
