To a detention of sorts.

"... don't think this is a fun time we're taking you to," Glynda muttered to Jaune as they walked.

"Unless you order it if course," Peach whispered.

"Celestia!" Glynda hissed. "Don't give him ideas for getting out of trouble!"

"Sorry, but he would think of it at some point anyway," Peach said as they reached an empty classroom, and had Jaune sit down.

"Now, you will sit here and wait while I fetch the Headmaster," Glynda grumbled.

Great... Jaune had been certain he was getting off of Ozpin's radar soon, if he hadn't managed it already. But now that he was taking the fall for a food fight, he was sure Ozpin was going to scrutinize him a bit more... Or at least reprimand him.

After about thirty minutes of waiting, Glynda came back with Ozpin. "Um... Hi Professor Ozpin," Jaune said a bit nervously.

"...Mr. Arc," Ozpin said, an amused smirk on his face, much to Jaune's surprise. Then again, he supposed it was quite the tale, hearing about what went down. "While I must thank you for breaking the monotony of endless piles of paperwork, I must remind you that you have recently entered adulthood. I trust this behavior will not repeat itself?"

"No sir," Jaune shook his head.

"Very well... Then you are dismissed."

Grateful to be given a reprieve, Jaune hastily saw himself out. Glynda was slightly torn. On one hand, she was glad her Master was out of trouble, on the other, she always felt Ozpin was way too easy on his students.

"Headmaster, you should have at least given him a more firm lecture, and a harder slap on the wrist," she sighed.

"Perhaps. And if the behavior repeats itself, I will," Ozpin assured her. "However, until recently, Mr. Arc and the other first year students were legally but children. It's no simple transition from a boy to a man as many make it out to be," he explained himself, sipping his coffee. "And a childhood is a precious thing, especially for those who will be one day defending this world from the Grimm..." The "and her," was left unsaid with Peach still in the room. "I prefer to let the students cling to those last vestiges of childhood as long as they can, until that inevitable day they are **** to relinquish them."

"Even children must follow rules," Glynda huffed.

"True," Ozpin gave a small smile at that. "Which is why I only go easy on the first time offenders. At any rate, it is time we go back to work..."

"Yes sir," Glynda replied, and they left the classroom.