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Glynda's POV

"I am pleased to announce that the student chosen for the Periculum Rescue Mission is Mr. (L/N)." That part of the announcement this morning plays in my head over and over as I make my way to Ozpin's office. I was in such a rush to get to the headmaster's office that I just put on some sneakers instead of my high heels. What the hell is that man thinking, sending only a first-year student with a teacher on a rescue mission!? What made him think that was such a good idea?! I storm past any students or fellow teachers as my vision tunnels when I see the elevator to the headmaster's office. Thankfully the elevator is on the ground floor, so I can enter the lift immediately. I don't know if I could keep my calm if I had to wait. With a press of a button, I am soon ascending to the cause of my headache. Once the doors slide open I barge into Ozpin's workplace, seeing the owner of the room standing and looking out a window with a mug in one hand and a cane in the other.

"You're lucky I wasn't in a meeting right now," I can hear the slight joking tone in the green man's voice, which does nothing to help my mood and current view of the man.

"I wouldn't have cared either way," My words are sharp and do nothing to hide my anger. Ozpin lifts his mug and takes a drink, after which he lets out a long breath.

"I can see that." Once he finishes he turns around and finally faces me. "I assume this is about-"

"What on Remnant were you thinking?!" I nearly shout as I interrupt him. The silver-haired man clears his throat.

"... (Y/N)." He then begins to slowly walk forward to his desk, "Well, to answer your first question, Glynda, I was thinking that this would be a good learning experience for the young man." He thinks its what?!

"How is this an appropriate learning experience?" Ozpin finally makes it to his desk, where he places his mug of coffee down. He then begins to explain.

"When he graduates from the school he will most likely have to go to unfamiliar and dangerous places to do his job. Given the young man's tendency to help others, it is inevitable." Ozpin then rests both his hands on his cane before continuing, "Therefore it is best to get him accustomed to that danger early on so he can be better prepared for the future."

"But he is just a student. A first-year at that!" I can barely hide my frustration and anger now, "Yes it is our job to prepare the students for the dangers of being hunters, but this is something that shouldn't be put on a child." Ozpin tilts his head forward and looks over the top of his glasses at me.

"He is in his late teens and attending this school. No student here has earned the right to not be referred to as a child like that, Glynda." His voice hardens just enough to give an edge of authority to it. I make a fist and feel my nails dig into my skin from how hard I am clenching.

"Alright, I see your point and I'm sorry." The headmaster seems pleased at my apology because he leans his head back like before, "But even then, why give this task to a first-year student? Fourth years are already accustomed to going out into the wild. They are practically huntsmen already they just need to pass their finals." Ozpin waits patiently as I continue. "Even a third year would be better suited for this based on experience alone." As I say that final part, the glasses wearing man before me pulls his chair back and takes a seat in it. Once he is perfectly seated he then responds.

"You are correct. Fourth and third-year students would be better suited for this task, but all of our fourth years are already on missions. The closets team would, at their fastest, take two weeks to get back. Any team that is closer is on missions that are too critical for them to drop." He then reaches out and takes a drink from his mug again before continuing, "As for the third years, I have no true excuse for not using one of them." My eyes widen as the anger boils inside of me again.

"What?" Is all that I can grit out without devolving into a cursing mess. He then gives a nod before continuing.

"I know what I said sounds bad and frankly it really isn't the best, but it is what I feel is best for the young man." He then looks down at his desk, making a shadow to cover part of his eyes, "I see something in him. A spark of potential that, if unlocked, could rival former students like team STRQ." He then pauses after mentioning the team, "But, he needs to be pushed much like they were to reach that potential." My anger cools down a little as I listen to his explanation. Right now, I am too bewildered to be upset.

"Wait, what are you saying? Every student has potential and yes you have to push them so they can grow and reach that, but why this? Isn't this a little extreme for just one person?" Ozpin gives another nod as he takes another drink from his coffee.

"Yes, this is a special case." He says after gulping down his drink, "As I said, I see him having potential to rival team STRQ, as in any member of the team." What? But that's crazy!

"That team has some of the best students that have ever been to this school and include two students with magic bestowed on them by you and one silver eyed warrior." Ozpin nods at my statement.

"I know what I said, Glynda." He says calmly, "And I stand by that statement." From the tone and the firmness in his voice, I know just how serious he is about this.

"But still, isn't this a bit much? Even if (Y/N) has such potential, wouldn't there be better ways?"

"Yes, there are some other ways, but as I said, I feel this is the best for him. It will help push him to his limits the fastest while still having the guidance of a teacher." As Ozpin lifts the mug for another drink I respond.

"Well then send me. I have trained with him the most and I have spent more time with him in general than any other teacher in this school, so I would be the best person to be at his side for this." After putting the mug down the man responds.

"No." My eyes widen again as I stare at him in shock. We both stay silent for a few minutes before I eventually remember how to use my voice.

"Why?"

"Because this is to push him. (Y/N) needs to start working with more people than just you. Also, it is easier to find a sub for a Grimm teacher like Portello than it is a combat instructor like you." Well, I have been hinting that (Y/N) should try and work in group projects more as well as ask others for help, so I can't disagree on his first point. As for his second, I can't argue much there either since most people who are qualified to teach my class just choose to go out as hunters instead, but that still doesn't mean I like this.

"... And there's nothing I can do to convince you otherwise?" Ozpin closes his eyes and shakes his head.

"No, my decision is final." I let out a sigh knowing that at this point I can't argue much more with him.

"Alright." After saying that I then watch my superior get up from his chair and walk over to me with his cane tapping the ground as he walks. Once here he places a hand on my shoulder and gives me a weary smile. With how close he is now, I'm not smelling the coffee scent around him, I'm being assaulted by it. Boy is that strong.

"I know you aren't happy with this Glynda and I don't expect you to be nor will I force you to be, but I want to do what I think is best for my student's growth, especially after we lost Raven as an ally." I look down in front of me as he tries to reassure me, "If it makes you feel any better, the part of the mission that (Y/N) and Portello will be covering won't be putting the two of them into the thick of things. They are to be watchmen for the group and even then they don't have to do anything until they get to Periculum. Once there they just have to stay with the Bullheads and lookout for anyone and anything there. If everything goes as planned then he won't see more than a Creep or two." I then let out a scoff as I look to the side.

"If everything went as planned then there wouldn't be a need for a rescue party." Ozpin lets out a chuckle as I finally stop frowning.

"You make an excellent point as always, Glynda." He then starts walking back to his desk. As he does, a thought occurs to me.

"Sir?"

"Yes?" He answers without looking back.

"This potential you're speaking of. What is it, exactly?" Ozpin answers as he sits back down in his chair.

"I'm not too sure at the moment. Call it a gut feeling if you will." Oh, Oum.

"And is this "potential" why you wanted him here despite him not being able to be on a team?" Ozpin looks a little saddened at that.

"Yes. I didn't want to make him wait to get into the school nor did I feel he would belong at any other school, so I made an exception for him. I knew it would be a bit difficult and that he would face some... difficulties." He gains a bit of shame to his voice at the end before he perks up a little and looks up at me, "But I know that (Y/N) would be able to endure. His will is stronger than some might think." That I can also agree with. I will be the first to admit that (Y/N) didn't look physically impressive when he first enrolled here and I even had my doubts sometimes before we started training together, but he has persevered through it all and surprised me on numerous occasions.

"Alright... I'm sorry for barging in." Ozpin then smiles as I see a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"One reason I wanted you here was your habit to tell me when you think I'm wrong. I wouldn't have it any other way." My cheeks heat up in embarrassment at his little teasing remark before I make my leave. As I step to the elevator I hear Ozpin call out, "Oh I do need to talk about one thing Glynda." I turn back to face him, "I understand you and (Y/N) went on a "date" recently?" My face goes flush when he says that. With a now dry mouth, I try to speak.

"Sir I-" He then cuts me off.

"We are teachers and they are our students. It would be, as some would call it, an abuse of power or authority," My hands start to get clammy as he continues to speak. "But it is not uncommon for those in our line of work as huntsmen to grow attached to others, which can also be said for the students as well. Constantly having to wake up knowing this could be your last or that you won't see someone else anymore, it can cause emotions to run high," I gulp during his speech. "So that leaves us in a unique position. We are not your average teacher, but we are also not your average huntsmen."

"S-so what are you saying, s-sir?" Oh Oum, this could be my job on the line.

"I'm saying that you need to tread carefully. Most of the time when a student at one of the four schools gets involved with a teacher, it is a former student or a fourth year and even then the teacher tends to no longer be in control of the student's grades anymore. I won't condemn your feelings for (Y/N), if you have any, but I also can not condone them as the headmaster," He pauses for a moment I think so that I can let that information sink in. "So as I said, please, tread carefully," I stand still for a minute, my body stiff and unwell to move as I do process all of that. Eventually, I do my best to steel my nerves before nodding.

"Th-thank you for the advice, sir," Ozpin nods as he then starts to get to pull out some papers to get to work on some things.

"No need. Now I would suggest you go see (Y/N) before he has to leave tonight. I am sure he would be happy to see you," The green clothed headmaster doesn't look up as he starts reading over some of the papers he got out. With that, I finally manage to will my body to move and I take my leave. I am happy I didn't wear my heels to this, because I doubt I would be able to walk to the elevator. Even now I'm a little wobbly, but I do manage to make it. Once inside and once the doors cut me off from Ozpin's office, I let out a breath that I didn't know that I was holding in as I clutch at my heart. How could Ozpin just assume that I had any romantic interest in (Y/N)?! He's my student for crying out loud! The worst part is, I did nothing to deny it. I just let Ozpin think that I cared for (Y/N) in such a way. Why would I do that? Unless... No... Do I? Do I have feelings for (Y/N)? My pulse quickens as the hand that was clutching at my heart then runs through my hair. How could I have feelings like that about (Y/N), he's my student and he's so much younger than me. Well, he's not that much younger than me. I'm just in my mid-twenties after all- Stop it! I can't be having thoughts like that. Well, based off of what Ozpin just said I can, they just aren't smiled upon by others. Thinking over it again, if I do feel for (Y/N) like that then it explains why I care so much about his well being. I care for all of my students, but I can't lie that I do treat him a bit differently. I did kiss him too, though it was just on the forehead and was meant as a thank you. I can't imagine myself thanking any other student like that. My body then shudders when a thought occurs to me. Especially not any student from AZOL or CYAN. No, when I imagine thanking someone the way I did, I can only picture (Y/N).

"I... I think I do have feelings for him," I then stand in the elevator in amazement for a few seconds, processing what just fell from my mouth. "I have feelings for (Y/N)," This time I say it with more conviction to them, now knowing how right they feel and how true they really are. As the lift nears the ground floor, I do a quick rundown with my hands to straighten my hair and clothes as much as I can, since after how angry and flustered I was earlier I doubt I look as professional as I should. My posture then straightens as my eyes look forward and watch the grey metallic doors slide open with a soft hum. As I stride out of the elevator and towards (Y/N) room, my mind races as my face does its best to remain emotionless. Should I tell him now before the mission? No, (Y/N) is probably stressed out enough as is, I don't need to add more to his plate. I should focus on comforting him now and while he is on his mission, I will think of how I can broach the subject with him in the future. I shouldn't just confess to him one day, I need to do it slowly and work towards the confession. Right now, however, I need to be there for him as support. Soon enough, (Y/N)'s door comes into sight as I walk down the empty hallway. That's right, everyone else has to be readying for classes while (Y/N) gets today off for preparation. That's a good way to keep everyone from pestering him. I'm sure Parker is readying for the mission too and will have Peter cover for him. At least (Y/N) will have a professor who specializes in Grimm studies by his side for this mission. My feet stop and just stand outside of my student's dorm room. With a deep breath, I then knock on the door. Before I can announce who I am, the door opens to reveal a wet-haired (Y/N).

"Hi, professor." Though he tries to smile at me, his voice gives away how anxious he is right now. "What can I do for you?" My lips curl up into a soft smile as I speak.

"You answered pretty fast there (Y/N). Didn't even give me time to say hi," He seems to get into his normal relaxed posture as I talk.

"Sorry, I just knew it was either you or headmaster Ozpin, so I didn't wait." I tilt my head just a little bit at his words.

"Oh, why did you think it was the headmaster?" Without missing a beat, he responds.

"Chestnuts and the softer sound of normal shoes walking."

"Pardon?"

"When the headmaster is worried or stressed he likes to drink a lot of chestnut coffee, so much so that I can smell him from the end of the hallway or from the other side of the cafeteria, though since the scent of chestnuts wasn't nearly as strong, I should have known better. The shoes throw me off since usually you have heels, so I figure it could be him." That's his semblance at work yet again.

"Okay, but why also consider me?" His cheeks gain a little red tint to them as he shrugs.

"You come by more than any other teacher and your knocks are always soft but precise, at least when you knock on my door," He gets a little quieter near the end of the sentence. (Y/N) looks so adorable when he gets flustered like that. My smile only grows as I take a step into the room.

"Your semblance never stops surprising me." He then lets out a nervous chuckle as he steps aside for me to fully enter.

"Yeah, it catches me off guard every now and again too," Once I'm out of the way he closes the door before he walks over to his bed, which is currently covered in spare blankets, clothes, and his sword.

"Trying to prepare for the mission?" He nods as he starts looking through the clothes. Honestly from how he's moving, he isn't thinking much.

"Yes," He says quickly as he works.

"I'm guessing you even took a shower?" He then blushes some more as his hands slow down.

"I've taken four..." Oh wow. Quickly I walk over to him and gently place a hand on his shoulder.

"(Y/N), please stop." He keeps working, though he keeps moving at the slow pace, "(Y/N)?" He lets out a soft sigh before he stops and looks at me. I give him a soft smile before I pull him close and hug the young man. At first, he is very stiff, but slowly he begins to relax in my arms and wraps his arms around me. My smile only grows before I realize that do to the height difference, his head is resting around my chest. My face heats up, though he doesn't seem too bothered by this and I can feel him relax against me, so I don't stop him. We stand for a few minutes in silence before he speaks.

"Professor?"

"Yes, (Y/N)?"

"Are you okay? Your pulse is really fast." My eyes widen as I then pull back a little bit. Of course, he probably felt my pulse quicken or heard my heart beat faster. Thankfully, he doesn't resist and moves back as well. He then gives me a concerned look as I try to reassure him.

"I'm fine, I've just been worried since you were the one picked," he nods and smiles a little bit at my words.

"Guess we are both in the same boat." I can't help but laugh a little bit at his little joke.

"I guess we are." We then stand there a little bit before (Y/N) looks at the bed again, more specifically the mess.

"Professor." My head snaps back to him as he speaks. "I appreciate you checking in on me, but right now I think I need to get my things together." Wow, that is a surprise. "I don't mean it to be rude, I just want to focus right now." That is quite mature of him and from the expression on his face I can tell that he doesn't want to be alone, but he needs to be. At least he thinks he needs to be.

"Okay (Y/N). If that is what you want." He then sheepishly looks at me, when I smile he seems to get his confidence back. "Oh before I go I do want to ask you something." The young man perks up at my words.

"Yes?"

"Well, when you get back from your mission, would you like to do what we did yesterday as a celebration?" That would also give me some time to see if I truly do have feelings for him and this isn't just me just thinking irrationally. (Y/N) thinks for a minute before he nods

"I would like that," I then smiled even more at him before giving him a quick hug while happily saying.

"Thank you (Y/N)." I then let go before he can hug me back and look him in the eyes, "Now get ready for the mission and remember to just stay calm. You also better come back in one piece." He smiles a little at my words.

"Alright professor, I will." I give a quick nod before heading to the door.

"In case I don't see you before you go, take care (Y/N)." As I am shutting the door I get one last glimpse of him smiling back at me.

"I will, Miss Goodwitch."

Time Skip to Years Later

The soft light of the moon illuminates my room as I lay alone in my bed. Right now the night is silent. No crickets, no animal noises, no loud students, and no Grimm, just silence. It's nights like these I hate the most, because with nothing but my own thoughts, I start to remember and when I do that my mind wanders to (Y/N). I take a sharp breath as I try to fight back any tears, though as hard as I try I always fail. Even just thinking his name brings out the tears with the pain not even dulling after all these years. Just his name makes me think of all those sleepless nights, waiting for him and Parker to come back, all the times my mind would wander away from me during class as I hoped for the good news the (Y/N) was safe, the slowly growing feeling of dread as two weeks, four weeks, eight weeks went by without a single word, and my heart tearing itself in two when some of the original expedition team came back to only tell me the (Y/N) had fallen. I remember them explaining how some strange new type of Grimm attacked them and destroyed their transport until all that was left were four bullheads. How (Y/N) had leaped into action to hold off the Grimm that had destroyed one of the four before it had even taken off and destroyed another as they fled. I don't remember their exact words after all these years, but I can remember mine.

"No. We have to go back for them!" I remember all the tears I shed when Ozpin said we would have to get council approval and I remember the rage I felt when the council said that we had no right to ask for help on going back to Periculum. I force myself to take a deep breath as I feel the hot tears start to stream down my cheeks. This is so much like all those nights that followed afterward. So many lonely nights of tears. I shake my head as I roll over on my bed, grabbing one of my extra pillows as I do. I then hug the pillow as my only form of comfort as I try to fall asleep though from experience I know I won't be getting much tonight.

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 Alright, that's another part down for the Glynda story. Just as a little fun thing, Parker Portello is supposed to be based off of Professor Port. I don't know why I based that OC teacher off of Port in particular, but since he didn't show up too much I don't think it matters too much. Also surprise, you now sort of know why Glynda acted differently than her show counterpart because it turns out this all happened in the past. Not a lot of stories, at least I haven't found any, take place in the past and don't focus on team STRQ or the teachers of Beacon as students, so I thought I might mix things up some with this story. It also gave me a way to break character at some points and have it make some sense in the story. Welp time to get to work on my next story. Hope you have a great day/evening depending on when/where you are reading this.