Okay, yeah. Still not out of my Writer's Block just yet. Apologies if this chapter is boring and craptastic and/or wordpooping in general.

Chapter the Fifth: In which a Dorm is moved into, classes begin, and Frustration is vented.

Flora gently pushed the door to their newly-assigned dorm room open, noting that the doorframe held a crudely-carved 'TEAM BROK WUZ HERE' as she walked through.

"… Remind me to request that to be sanded out." Xander nodded and chuckled as he carried in his luggage.

"Aye, boss."

Flora looked over their room as Yasmin and Slate carried in their respective gear.

"Okay, time to get this place a bit homelier. Slate, you can start by putting the beds two and two at opposite sides of the room. Yasmin, you can gather our books and put them in the shelf by the window. Xander… what's the time, by the way?" Xander lifted his left arm, moved his glove aside a bit and looked at his watch.

"Class begins in 45 minutes."

"Good, good. Plenty of time then. Xander, you can help me with putting up the drapes."

"Okay."

Finishing their tasks, Flora called for a study cram session the last 15 minutes before they had to go to their first class for the term.

"Freaks! Horrors! Stalkers of the night! Yes, the creatures of Grimm have many names, but I merely refer to them as prey! Ha-ha!" Professor Port's boisterous voice echoed in the lecture hall, followed by an awkward silence.

"Uhh... And you shall too, upon graduating from this prestigious academy! Now, as I was saying: Vale, as well as the other three kingdoms, are safe havens in an otherwise treacherous world! Our planet is absolutely overflowing with creatures that would love nothing more than to tear you to shreds! And that's where we come in. Huntsmen! Huntresses..." the Professor paused to wink at Flora, who smiled and winked back.

Guess he liked the Huntsman then…

"Individuals who have sworn to protect those who cannot protect themselves! From what, you ask? Why, the very world!" Professor Port paced back and forth by his desk as he got sidetracked by a long-winded story. Yasmin was desperately trying to focus on what the professor was saying to make sure she didn't miss anything that could be of use in further studies, but as she looked at her partner, Slate was making himself busy chatting up some older girls sitting in the row behind them.

"Slate!" She hissed.

"Stop flirting and pay attention in class!" No response. The girls giggled at the younger boys words.

Oum give me strength… Enough of this.

Yasmin swiftly grabbed Slate's thigh and gave it a jolt of her semblance.

"YEOWTCH! What the-" Slate jumped in his seat. Port glanced in their direction and cleared his throat loudly.

"As I was saying; finally, I subdued the two Ursai and returned to the village a hero. The moral of this story? A true huntsman must be dependable! A true huntsman must be honorable! A true huntsman must be strategic, well-educated and wise! So, who among you believes themselves to be the embodiment of these traits?" Several hands shot in the air.

"Ahaha! Good, good! How about… you, young man! Step up and face your foe!" Professor Port bellowed jovially as he pulled the drapes off a large cage situated next to his desk.

The student walked down from his seat and took his place in front of the cage. Then he stepped down hard on the floor, making two daggers pop out of his boot soles.

"Ready."

"That annoying, womanizing… SCUMBAG!"

Twenty minutes later after the class had ended, Yasmin had made her way to the gym, and was presently hammering away with all her might on a punching bag. Just as she threw an electrically charged punch that severed the bag horizontally with a large crackle, Doctor Oobleck passed by the open door. He took one step forward, then did a double-take and backpedalled.

"Ah, Miss Meški! What seems to be the problem?" Yasmin frowned at the interruption as she looked down at the demolished punching bag at her feet.

"Nothing professor, just that I'm partnered with the most incompatible person in my year. He flirts with any girl he meets, he's casually throwing around racist commentary…"

"That sounds like quite an experience. Sit with me for a moment, will you?" the Doctor motioned towards a bench by the wall. As they sat down, Doctor Oobleck looked Yasmin in the eyes.

"While racism is indeed a very, very serious infringement, consider the fact that he is only a young man. It is highly likely he's just saying these things without actually regarding what he is, in fact, saying. You should try to talk to him more, impart on him that you are not comfortable with his choice of words." Doctor Oobleck leaned in towards Yasmin, with a smile displayed on his lips.

"As for the womanizing… allow me to tell you a story about a young, insufferable man I once made the 'pleasure' of making acquaintance with by the name of Peter Port…"

"… And ever since that day, so many, many years ago… There is none other in this whole wide world I'd rather have by my side in combat than Peter Port. The point, Miss Meški, is that you've only known this boy for less than a week. Give him time. Get to know him as a person. And only then may you judge if you were right or wrong about him. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go prepare for my guest lecturer's arrival for my next class." The gangly man rose to his feet and started towards the door. He had almost made it past the demolished punching bag as he paused, then kneeled down to retrieve something from within the ruined bag. He walked back to Yasmin with a piece of lightning-shaped glass.

"You could probably sell these. They are very beautiful." He then turned on his heel and zipped out of the room, leaving Yasmin alone with his words echoing in her head.

AN: Again, sorry for the rushed chapter. This has got to be one of the crappiest things I've ever written.

Reason why Port's lines are almost taken word-by-word from the show is that I felt it to be perfectly in-character for him to reuse his old material, even if it happens to be three years old by now.

I'll leave it up to you how the unnamed dude with the knifeboots took down his opponent (canonically a young beowolf). I'd like to imagine Flora and Xander did some stealthy use of their respective semblances to secretly aid him in delivering a swift kick to the beowolf's nads (because why not?).

I do not own RWBY, that's RoosterTeeth and Monty Oum.