(Not so) Common colds (Closed with Taintedlotus)
There was an epidemic making its way through Beacon, students were falling ill one after the other with some strange disease. The symptoms seemed tame enough at first, but even so the sheer number of students succumbing to it was worrying enough. That the school nurse couldn't identify the disease with any sort of surety just added another trouble to the ever-growing list.
This wasn't, however, to say that the strange disease would keep him from doing his job. Even with roughly ten percent of his students bedridden he would still make sure this Academy was running smoothly.
However ten percent of the students also meant that a good number of his staff were otherwise indisposed. Which meant that in a shocking display of motivation (Glynda's hand had been ominously close to her riding crop) even the headmaster himself was walking the grounds this evening, making sure that the students were all doing what they were supposed to do.
Thus far it had been a relatively peaceful walk, he had yet to find anyone skulking about where they shouldn't be or anything out of the ordinary. Next on his route was the first year's dorms though, and it was in the hallway between the doors leading to the rooms of teams RWBY and JNPR that he finally came to a stop. Ozpin cocked his head to the side as he listened intently, and his efforts were rewarded when the sound of a muffled crack reached him, emanating from the door to team JNPR's room. The headmaster's eyes narrowed in thought, and with a soft hum he moved to stand before the door, rapping his knuckles solidly against the wood to knock.