Ninjas of Love

A Wild Glynda Appears

It was at that moment, a soft yet terrifying click-clack of high heels along the stone corridor behind the door- that acted as an echo chamber- rifled across Port's classroom like it was under attack from insurgents. As they abruptly stopped, the wooden door between classroom and corridor creaked open to reveal a woman who- if  he were conscious- BECK's leader Charlie would describe as a "dapper dominatrix". Whatever that means.

She stood with her arms folded, holding a braided Boarbatusk-leather riding crop in her right hand. Her dirty blonde hair sat in a demure style, that matched her fairly plain and businesswoman-like clothes, but hugely belied the borderline homicidal expression on her well-made-up, salmon pink face. "Mr. Winchester. Care to explain why you're laying down on the floor like some kind of fungus?"

Cardin's arm and hand slowly and shakily extended upwards, at sixty degrees to the floor, and his index finger pointed outward from his fist so that it faced its tip toward the grumpy visage of one Weiss Schnee. The woman of split appearance surveyed the room, looking for any good reason to avoid reprimanding Weiss, as she knew that either Jacques or Winter would somehow catch wind and demand her guts for garters for so much as looking wrong at the heiress to Jacque's eponymous dust production and distribution company.

"And another question. Who are these, Professor?" She asked the teacher the question with a quizzical look on her face and the riding crop resting against her smooth, pale left cheek.
"Why, Glynda, you.."
"The name would be Miss Goodwitch to you, wouldn't it?"
"Y...yes, I suppose it would be, Miss Goodwitch?"
"Good boy." In a millionth of a picosecond, the teacher, who was clearly of a more senior level (but almost certainly not of a more senior age) than the kindly and portentous Peter Port, changed her expression from a slightly polite demureness to an aggressive hostility, reminiscent of a pornographically accurate dominatrix. "Now tell me who they are! All three of them!"

"Actually, there's four of us. Down there." Kerian corrected the woman- who he had extrapolated from her conversation with Professor Port as being Miss Glynda Goodwitch- smugly, gesturing down to the floor at his team leader, who was still concertinaed on the floor like he was a cartoon character who had just had his plan thwarted by a brown mouse. "Kerian, not the time." Emily muttered to him as she buried her Yang-approved face into the hard, cracked callouses of her gorilla-like hands that were almost a physical manifestation of the biological concept of devolution.

"However many of them there are, who are they and why are they here?" Glynda Goodwitch asked the now rather concerned-looking Peter Port, whose moustache was twitching in an involuntary show of nervousness, as he knew that she was just below the headmaster- Professor Ozpin- in terms of authority in Beacon Academy, and could well end his career at the kingdom's premier academy if she saw fit to do so. "Well, Miss Goodwitch, I just.."
"Miss Goodwitch what, Pete? Tell me. Who the fuck are they?"
"I assumed they were new students- in which case both Professor Ozpin and yourself would be aware of, and maybe instrumental in, their move to our great academy. Is that not the case?" Glynda shook her head with a look that struck Emily as being more of disappointment or disheartenment than of any actual anger or malicious intent. "You and you," the blonde teacher said, pointing at Kerian and Emily, "come with me. As for you," she pointed to Billy, "being your little rug of a friend with you. And follow me."