#ryanhardy

Scene: Schnee Manor Courtyard – Late Afternoon

Jaune Arc, dressed in cheap confidence, tries his usual charm routine as Weiss walks past the training yard. He smirks, flanked by two low-tier hangers-on.

Jaune (grinning):

> “Weiss, hey — me and a few friends were talking. Thought you might wanna join us upstairs. Real private.”

Weiss (without slowing):

> “Does your brain ever exit the gutter, or does it enjoy swimming there?”

Jaune (chuckling):

> “Feisty. That’s hot.”

Suddenly, Jaune stiffens. A cold presence stands behind him. He turns. It's Ryan Hardy — silent, arms crossed, unimpressed.

Ryan:

> “You speak to her like that again, and you'll be training with your jaw wired shut.”

Jaune (forcing a grin):

> “Relax, it’s a joke—”

Ryan (interrupting, voice low):

> “No one’s laughing.”

Weiss turns slightly, just enough to smirk. Jaune, suddenly aware of the silence around him, backs off. The hangers-on scatter.

Weiss (to Ryan):

> “Thank you.”

Ryan (shrugging):

> “Didn’t even draw my sword.”