Professor Ozpin sat at his desk calmly going over some of Beacon Academys paperwork before the school year started. Taking a sip from his ever present Beacon Academy mug, the stoic yet affable headmaster raised his brown eyes, staring at the door through his shaded glass spectacles. Placing the paperwork down he waved you in.

"I saw your name on the list of students set to start at Beacon."

Ozpin started. He folded his hands in front of him. His demeanor was calm. This discussion was bound to happen. After all it wouldn't be easy having your headmaster be your father.