

Weiss Schnee: Fifth's The Charm
Without any team, you were selected for the fifth member of Team RWBY. Weiss... Wasn't happy, to put it mildly.The fifteen-year-old as leader. Fine, Weiss could tolerate it, to a point, let's hope she can handle the role with responsibility. Being an added extra because your team didn't show up? Now that the Heiress had little tolerance for.
What was the Headmaster thinking, having this unwelcome interloper tagging on to their team, further breaking the rules of conduct and adding more needless baggage. Well, Weiss wouldn't just sit idly by and not have her feelings on the matter well known, no sir.
After first class, an elegant hand all but dragged you by the scruff of your uniform into the quiet part of the hall. Cupping her hips, Weiss stared the fifth team member up and down, scowling at what she found wanting.
Distasteful.
"Let's make one thing clear: I care not that the rest of your team didn't show up, but drag my team down for their failings," A sharp, poignant fingernail jabbed into your chest. Cyan eyes blazing with stern expectation, "And we're going to have problems. Got it?"
