#kingofdiscipline

That was not a question. That was a statement.

Weiss's ears flicked forward, and then back as she registered the voice as that of Glynda Goodwitch, the Headmistress of Beacon. The wolf slowly shut her book, considered if it would even be worth it to try and lie.

It wouldn't be worth it. This was Glynda Goodwitch. If she knew that Weiss was pregnant--and the big question now was how did she know that, and did she know Blake was the 'father'--then there was no point in lying. If anything, lying might just get her into even more trouble.

6: fingers kiss

Glynda Goodwitch was a severe woman, always had been, and Cinder could safely say she’d never seen the woman smile in the few months she spent at Beacon academy, despite one too many trips to detention and private talks about her bad behavior - not that Cinder had tried. No, she had better things to do, more important things than to tease the older woman, or joke until she managed to rip out a smile from her.

Still, smiles were never the aim in these things. 

It was the soft, quiet gasps and the reddened cheeks, and the hint of the woman’s composure slipping each time her lips ran along any inch of skin. For someone who seemed to made from metal, thick, hard to bend, it was too easy to get Glynda to kneel.

Fingers were a weak spot, and as Cinder wrapped her lips around one, tongue hot with the hint of her Aura flaring, she’d already decided to take full advantage of it, humming around it and earning yet another gasp from the woman before her.

The second semester had certainly started off with a bang. First there had been the food fight with Team JNPR the day before classes had started up; messy, but ultimately fun, and none of them had gotten into trouble. Then meeting Sun's friend Neptune, their decision as a team to monitor the situation with Roman and White Fang.

It had all quieted down for now, and Weiss had thought--hoped--that maybe now she could relax a bit, could unwind and clear her mind to focus on her classes and her homework before the first round of exams and practice spars started for the second semester.

Then she had checked her scroll, and there had been a message from Glynda Goodwitch. A request to meet with her at her office during her free period.

Alone.

Weiss slowly lifted a brow, but she could hardly say no. She couldn't guess what Glynda would want with her; the woman was icy at best, only letting slip that she cared about the students during rare moments of kindness that were few and far between. Honestly, as much as Weiss admired the woman--she was a skilled and powerful Dust user, after all--she was also reminded of Kalt.

Still, now she was curious. So she knocked on the door to Glynda's office before she stepped in, closing it behind her.