Who knew Glynda could pack a punch?

“Sonovabitch!”

“Language, Mr. Branwen!”

“Oh, bite me, Glynda.” Growls Qrow, tweaking his nose to make sure it didn’t break. Bad luck, not having his Aura up. Then again, he was in friendly territory, a safe haven. Shouldn’t have to worry about getting jumped in Beacon of all places, so could you blame him?

The older woman growled, glaring daggers at the tall and lanky man who happened to ‘cop a feel’ after he knocked her over. Qrow squatted back down, and scooped up his flask while rubbing his bruising nose.

Glynda raised an eyebrow at his actions. “I dropped it before you came in, Goodwitch… You walked into me as I was picking it up.” Was Qrow’s snarky explanation. A slight pang of guilt crosses the Professor's face, only to return to her usual scowl.

“Apologies, but it appears we both weren’t aware of our situation. I was in contact with Team JNPR, and I toppled over you walking into the elevator.” She explained, letting out a breath she was holding in.

“ ‘s ok, either get me a drink or a small gift card to make up for it,” Qrow quipped, uncapping his flask and having a sip. He thought for a moment, before shrugging and pulling out the notebook.

“New Rule: Glynda will perform an action to repay Qrow for nearly breaking his nose.” He scribbles, before tapping the pencil against the page, questioning if he wanted to write anything else.

“Taking notes on something, Branwen?” Shoots Glynda, while the taller man shoots her a side eye.

“Yeah, just adjusting some marks for what I talked about with Oz.” Lied the younger male… before he scratched into the notebook; “New Rule: Something interesting will happen to Qrow in the next 10 seconds.”