(Glynda's p.o.v.)

I swear, these kids are driving me to drink. As I sit in my office, I look over the multiple tests and quizzes the students turned in for class. So far, they're lucky they pass through physical training without much trouble. Well... most of them. Sifting through the papers, I pull out a school report of one specific student. (Y/n) Goodwitch, my son.

Mediocre grades and subpar training performance, is basically what it's saying amongst the complex wordplay about a failing student. Letting out a sigh, I set the paper down as I grab my cup of coffee for a sip. This behavior of his has been going on practically since the start of school. At this rate, it would almost be easier to just pull him out of the academy.

I glance over to my scroll. I sent him a text to see me after class over half an hour ago, so he should have been here by now or at least responded.

*bee-beep*

Oh, speak of the devil. I grab my scroll and see a notification from my son. I open up the device and prepare to take another sip as I read the message.

[Get fucked.]

Accidentally inhaling sharply, I breathe in hot coffee into my lungs after reading that. I drop everything onto the floor as I lean on my desk and start coughing my lungs out to dispell the coffee. After a few seconds of guttural sound of coughing and wheezing, I immediately pick up my scroll and call (y/n). The feeling of rage beginning to build up in me, quickly replacing the feeling of my lungs burning.

Voice-mail. I quickly hang up and call again. Voice-mail again. Livid, I exit my office and make a beeline for (y/n)'s dorm room. All while grabbing my well named riding crop on the way out. The Disciplinarian.

(Five minutes later)

Wasting no time with idle student chit chat, I make it to the dorms in record time while in heels. I'd be impressed with myself if I wasn't unbelievably mad right now. I arrive in front of the dorm belonging to team PNKY. Not wasting a second with knocking, I use my scroll to bypass the door lock and barge right in.

Glynda: YOU HAVE SOME NErve... to...

My anger dissipates into confusion as I see the state of the dorm room. It almost looks like a tornado tore through here. Beds upturned, furniture broken down to splinters, and torn pages scattered everywhere. Even one of the windows is completely shattered. My confusion soon turns to concern for my son now.

I pull out my scroll and dial (y/n)'s number. As I hit call, a ringing can be heard on top of some ruined books. Cursing under my breath, I rush out of the room and make my way to Ozpin's office. Let's see if I can break that record.... Damn it, no time for jokes!

[Location: Library]

(3rd p.o.v.)

Weiss: So, while General Lagune was fortifying the main gates of Fort Castle to fend off the major faunus forces, only to be side swiped by enemy forces sneaking through unguarded side entrances, which faunus lieutenant lead the successful capture of the fort's armory?

Ruby: Aaauuuurrgh, history is so BORING!

the young energetic team leader slams her head on the table, while the albino heiress lets out a sigh as she closes the history book. As she tries to explain why they need to study for the twentieth time, Blake and Yang return with more books, resulting in Ruby letting out another groan.

Yang: Alright, here's all the history books I could find that sounded interesting.

Weiss: Yang, I appreciate that you're putting more effort into this than Ruby. However...

The pale girl grabs one of the books and holds it up.

Weiss: This is a Gluttonous Book of World Records.

Yang: Yeah, but this one is part of the history series. Did you know General Lagune holds the record for fastest time of surrendering after the start of a battle?

Mentally done with the two sisters, Weiss turns her attention to the only other sane member of their team.

Weiss: Tell me you at least got something good.

Blake: Sort of.

The goth girl with a secret sets down a large set of books in front of her team mates as she sits down.

Blake: The rest of the Gluttonous World Record books in the library.

Weiss:..........

Blake: Yang made me carry them here.

Following in her leader's footsteps, Weiss slams her head on the table, officially done with all three of them.

Weiss: God help you all.

Yang: It's two minutes... That's how--in case anyone was curious about the record...

The blonde awkwardly drums her fingers on the table as the rest of her team just stare at her. Meanwhile, another blondy makes their way to the library.

Jaune: Oh, hey guys!

Yang: "Thank God, a distraction". Hey, Jaune, how you doin'?

Jaune: Eh, all right, I guess. I feel--Oh! Gluttonous Book of World Records!

He takes a seat at the table and grabs one of the books from the pile. Ruby finally lifts her head from the table, revealing a red mark on her forehead.

Ruby: So what's new with you?

Jaune: Nothing much, really. Just, it felt like (y/n) was acting strange when I met him in the halls.

The mention of (y/n)'s name seems to have mixed reactions from the all female team. Weiss roles her eyes in annoyance, Yang lets out a small snort, Blake pulls up a book disinterested, and Ruby looks genuinely concerned for someone else's well-being.

Ruby: Did something happen?

Jaune: Nothing, really. It just felt like he was acting... differently then before.

Yang: Eh, don't worry about that dork, he's always acting weird. Remember when he tried asking out Blake, but it took him like five minutes just to say the words? Or, when he cried after losing his first training match? Or when he--

Before she could continue, a random student rushes to their table, almost out of breath.

Student1: (y/n) just drop kicked Cardin flat on his ass, pass it on!

They soon run off, leaving the five to stew on the information.

Yang: Anyway; Or that time he got locked in one of the lockers in the girls changing room......? Wait, what?

Not long after, another student barges through the library doors.

Student2: (y/n) just beat up his whole team! Pass it on!

Already trying to process the first bit, the five students all look shocked from what they're hearing. (Y/n)? Being violent?

Yang: WHAT?

Librarian: Shhhhh!

Yang: Oh, now you're worried about noise?

[Location: Ozpin's office]

Well, this has been an interesting day for Ozpin. First a student sets their hair on fire in Peach's class, someone spiked Oobleck's coffee with nyquil, one of the dorms is completely destroyed, Glynda's son is missing, and now three students are in the infirmary.

The last three might be related, he figures.

Ozpin lifts up his scroll and checks for any messages. Nothing so far... After everything he's heard, the Headmaster had the staff on the look out for (y/n) while Glynda is actually searching around after telling him what's up. Hopefully he'll get an explanation as to what's going on. He looks over the medical records from the infirmary on the three students.

-Cardin Winchester-

*Bruised ribs with hairline fracture.

Treatment: Immediate bed rest.

-Kiwi Basil-

*Forced dislocated elbow.

Treatment: Arm is to be kept in a splint for a few days.

-Naple Dijon-

*Pulverized genitals.

Treatment: Lots of ice packs.

.... Now, if it weren't for eye witnesses and testimony from the leader of team PNKY, Patina Cerulean, Ozpin wouldn't believe that (y/n) of all people would be responsible for these injuries... Judging by what he knows so far, this might be some sort of mental breakdown from stress. Now he regrets not intervening sooner to help the poor boy.

No matter, (y/n) couldn't have gotten far from the academy if he actually intended to leave. Once he's located, maybe it would be best to put him through counseling instead of reprimanding him too harshly.

*ring ring*

Ozpin's scroll suddenly goes off, cutting off his train of thought. He picks it up and sees it's Port calling him. He presses the call button and holds the device up to his ear.

Ozpin: Yes, Peter? Have you found (y/n)......? Wait a minute, what about the garage.........? Well, who's bike was stolen?

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