Professor Argo Wulfsheim

“I don’t like your tone, Soldier.” Wulfsheim slammed a knife into the desk, not too far from one of her hands. “And frankly, you’re mistaken. I’m only in my 30′s. So I suggest you get your facts straight before you open that sly little mouth of yours.”

“Well where I’m from in Atlas, even if an action is unintentional, showing appreciation for something goes without saying.” He might have been a bit eccentric for a military veteran, but perhaps it was just because the two of them were alone. Glynda was an independent woman, and Argo respected her resolve. “May I perhaps buy you dinner?”

Welcome to the classroom!

“Is that so?” Argo crossed his arms, brow furrowing disappointedly. “Then list three facts from today’s lecture and I just might spare you from detention.” 

Argo cleared his throat. “Miss Goodwitch, I would like to thank you, for assisting me in Ozpin’s office. I honestly thought I was going to lose my job.” It wasn’t often Argo admitted to weaknesses, but he thought Glynda deserved at least a thank you. “How can I ever repay you?”

“Flattering? No, Madam. I am just an honest soldier.” He lifted her hand to kiss her knuckles gently as he bowed. “The pleasure is mine, surely. It isn’t often that my classroom gets visitors. In fact, you’ll find that most students would avoid taking my class if it weren’t a required course to graduate.”

“Miss Rose, if you refrained from sleeping in my class, you wouldn’t be failing.” Wulfsheim waved dismissively. “I understand that you don’t want to hear some old dude lecture you about how your attack methods aren’t top notch but I will have no choice but to hold you back if you continue to treat my class like a nap period.”

“If you aren’t a student, why are you on school grounds?” Wulfsheim crossed his arms.

“You must be a visiting faculty member, because I think I would recognize a pretty face like yours.” Argo smiled. “I’m Professor Wulfsheim, but you can call me Argo.”

Thank you