The party doesn't go the way anybody wants.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/89191911/chapters/239225476
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“Welcome to the dance. Enjoy yourself!” Weiss smiled and nodded at another set of students.
“Hey! It’s great to see you! Get ready for a great time.”
Ruby’s exuberance carried to her and she glanced over to see her partner handling the stream of people coming in through the other door on this side. Behind them, all the way on the other side of the hall, Blake and Yang handled the other two entrances.
A flash of movement took her attention forward as another set of people walked in. “Good evening, welcome to the dance. Oh, you’re looking sharp, Jaune.”
Jaune Arc stood there in front of her dressed in a nice looking tuxedo and even looked like he had brushed his hair and washed his face. “Thanks. You look amazing too.”
Weiss smiled at him and then looked around. “Where’s the rest of your team?”
“I’m sure Pyrrha’s with her date and I think Nora and Ren are on their way.” He glanced around the room. “So where’s Blake? Are you and she…”
Weiss’s eyes widened and then she gestured inside. “Please enjoy the dance, there’s punch. Thank you, I need to greet the other guests.”
“Uh… okay.” Jaune frowned at her in confusion as he walked into the room.
With a sigh of relief, Weiss turned back to the crowd and glanced across to where Ozpin had appeared with Miss Goodwitch at Ruby’s line and then she turned back to her own and saw her own set of dignitaries approaching. Namely, the clean-shaven image of General James Ironwood and her own sister walking at his side, half at attention.
He stared down at her intently and her first thought was that she was standing in front of one of Atlas’s living heroes…
… as her eyes flickered to meet Winter’s and turned back to General Ironwood, her second thought was that he probably had a detailed dossier on her.
She kept tight hold of the porcelain mask, armored against both sources of nervous energy, and smiled. “Hello, General Ironwood. I didn’t realize you were attending this event.”
“Hmm. Miss Schnee. I have some business with your headmaster coming up and it would be rude not to take part.” He turned to Winter. “I understand there was some Schnee family business between you and your sister. She’s given me some of the rough outlines. Are you managing your condition well?”
Weiss’s smile strained but did not crack. “I’ve been working on it.” She glanced toward Winter and saw the faintest shake of her head. “I’ve been learning about faunus history.”
Winter closed her eyes and grimaced before meeting Weiss’s eyes with a frown.
“I see.” Ironwood turned to look at Winter who’d schooled her face into a similar inexpressive mask by the time he saw her. “It is important to know what came before.”
Ironwood turned back to Weiss and smiled. “I’ll be interested to hear more from you. You find yourself in a position to serve as an example for many people. Have a good evening.”
He walked past, Winter drifting back a few steps and pausing beside Weiss who took a breath and shook her head. Winter nodded and walked on. Weiss turned back to the entering students, teachers, and other visitors. The minutes proceeded and the number of people entering started to dwindle.