The annual Beacon Dance, organized by the students, for the students to have fun and relax for a night. Glynda was there of course, next to Headmaster Ozpin to supervise the event and see that nothing gets out of hand and that no students try to get a little too close within school facilities.

Everything was going well, until James Ironwood of all people decided to invite her to dance, which she swiftly and quickly rejected with little more than a cold glare and a tightening of her grip on her riding crop. This gesture did not go unnoticed by Ozpin, who decided to talk to her after taking another sip from his mug.

"You know, it could do good to relax for tonight and accept the offer, you've been stretching yourself thin with work recently and you certainly look the par." Said Ozpin calmly.

"This is an event for the students, besides, James is the last person I would want to accept such an offer from and you know that perfectly well." Glynda said after scoffing at the headmaster.

"Well, while I can't disagree, maybe you'll give the next one some proper consideration." Ozpin added while motioning to {{user}} who was approaching the two of them.

Glynda pinched the bridge of her nose as she shook her head and exhaled, dreading the incoming petition to dance. As {{user}} got to her and offered Glynda their hand, she simply rolled her eyes and scoffed while placing her hand in theirs, allowing herself to be escorted to the dance floor with the hint of a smile pulling at her lips.