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During the short entrance ceremony that the first years had been tasked to attend, Honey Lawson pushed her way through the masses, trying to get as close as possible to the man that had been her idol for many years now.

[i][color=gold]Ah, ohmagawd ozpinistotallyrightinfrontofmeeee![/color][/i] she squealed in her head. Her pink eyes were wide as they stared at the man with total endearment and wonder. It was an absolute treat for Honey to have finally been accepted into Beacon, as she was one step closer to-- [color=gold][i]Wait... it is too soon to make such assumptions. First, I need to get him to notice me, by becoming an amazing Huntress.[/i][/color] she told herself in her head. Standing in the front row and totally beaming as Ozpin made his speech, Honey probably looked like a total psycho fangirl; even more so when she waved and swooned as she caught his eye.

[color=gold][i]Oh, Headmaster Ozpin... I wont let anything get in the way of our love! Not even our age difference can keep us apart, I wont let it![/i][/color] Honey thought in her head, eyes trailing him as he left the stage and vanished behind it. Her left hand came up to her chest as her right hand extended out in longing. [color=gold][i]For now, I will bide my time... but soon, love will take hold and then we'll become a-- Wait, calm down Honey, you're getting too excited. Breathe... turn... exit.[/i][/color]

Sighing as she calmed down, Honey would start to hum softly to herself as she left along with the other students, not waiting around and wanting to get a good look at the school before nightfall. As she made her way towards the school's entrance, far away she noticed someone who looked familiar. An old woman with long golden hair that was laced with gray, was standing along with some others, looking around as if searching for someone. Honey casually walked over to them, not being able to get a good look at the woman's face until she was within a few meters. [color=gold]"Oh, Marigold! It's you. You're late, you know."[/color] she said, smiling as she stepped over to the head maid for the Lawson household. Figures that she was surrounded by a half dozen or so others who were moving carts with suitcases and small crates. She was supposed to be transporting Honey's things to Beacon. Looking at how much stuff there was, she frowned. [color=gold]"You guys didn't have to bring so much stuff... I only needed one suitcase, maybe two? And one crate of ammo would have been fine as I can get some from home when I need to."[/color] she said, a slight tone of annoyance in her voice. Things were always like this. Leave it to the maids to go overboard. 

[b]"For one Miss Lawson, we are on time, you just came early--"[/b]

[color=gold]"Just, Honey... please."[/color] she interrupted, which got her a glare. [color=gold]"Ah...sorry?"[/color]

[b]"As I was saying Miss Honey, your parents instructed us to gather these for you, to make sure you have everything you need. They don't want you to break from your studies to make frequent trips to come back home."[/b]

[color=gold]"Is that what they told you to tell me, or are they just glad to be rid of me?"[/color] she asked, her tone now becoming sad as she looked away from the woman. There was a long silence, and her question wasn't answered. After a moment, she shrugged and smiled again, though it didn't reach her eyes. [color=gold]"Figures. Well, I appreciate all your hard work."[/color] she said, her happy tone already back. Her maid wasn't fooled by the facade, and she shook her head, reaching out and taking Honey's hands in her own. Honey gazed down at them, the soft and warm feel of them were unlike how her parents hands had felt. They were always callous and cold from spending long hours slaving over machinery. Another long moment passed and the other maids began moving again as if knowing the two needed some time alone.

The older woman took a while to speak, as if she was thinking of what to say. [b]"Honey... I know how things must seem right now. Things are getting more and more complicated... they're busy people, you know--"[/b]

[color=gold]"It's not just right now, Marigold. This has... been going on for years. I always tried so hard to just... make them want me again. It's why I--"[/color]

[b]"They want what's best for you."[/b]

[color=gold]"It's not the same!"[/color] she said, her voice raising only slightly as she tried to pull away from the woman, though her hands were held tightly. [b]"Honey, please try to understand..."[/b] the maid said desperately. Tearing her gaze from the woman, Honey sighed and shook her head, her long braids swaying slightly and tapping against her thighs. [color=gold]"Where is my weapon?"[/color] she asked, looking at the few crates that were not yet moved. [color=gold]"Which crate is it?"[/color] 

Slowly her hands would be released and Honey would take two very large steps away from the woman. Watching as Marigold looked through a few cases, stopping at a big one and pointing to it. [b]"There."[/b] she said, her voice still carrying a bit of sadness. Honey walked over and  took Seraphine out of the crate, swinging the familiar mace around before attaching it to her belt on the left side. Turning away from her maid, Honey rubbed her arms, as if a sudden chill had come over her. [color=gold]"Take care of yourself Marigold."[/color] she said waving at the woman once from over her shoulder. As she began to aimlessly walk the grounds of the school, she thought about her parents... about why they had never given her the time of day...

And she wondered why they ever bothered keeping a child they didn't want.