They walked over a large field, Charles informed him that it was where they played football and cricket during the weekends, because the real football field was off-limit without a teacher. ”Well, you can get permission to play cricket but you have to be at least 15 then.” Charles said. ”And then you have to play with Professor Willbond, the english teacher.” Another boy came running towards them, or it was more a really fast-paced walk, so George did not get any chance to ask Charles about the teachers. ”You must be the new student, nice to meet you, I am Sotherby, with an 'R'. Not like the acutionhouse.” He said, and they shook hands and George told his name. Sotherby was much, much taller than both of them, with brown hair and what could only be explained as intelligent eyes. ”I see you met Charles, I hope he has been nice.” ”I am always nice.” Charles said. ”I can be a bit idle sometimes, but either way...” ”Idle... I do most of his homework really, can do yours to, for a small sum.” ”Oh, thanks but no thanks.” George said. It took all to long to get to the canteen. George could only imagine what walking there early in the morning, in the snow would be like. But the canteen itself was warm and it smelled of food. And George was hungry. They sat down at the table and George realized that it would be at least another ten minutes until the dinner was going to be served. There was another person already sitting there. ”Mad-George!” Charles said, he raised his voice and said again: ”Mad-George!” The boy, with even more messy hair than Charles finally reacted, smiled towards them. ”Hello.” He said, rather shyly. ”Sorry, got caught in my own thoughts again.” ”It's alright Mad-George, this is George, he is the new student.” ”There can't be two Georges.” he said. ”No, but you are Mad-George, he is just George.” Charles said, George couldn't help but think that Charles seemed rather used to the whole... mad Mad-George thing. ”Oh yes, that's right.” Mad-George said and looked at him, his eyes was really scary. ”But what about William?” he said. ”What about William?” Sotherby looked up from the book he was reading. ”Mad-George, we have talked about this a million times. William moved to Wales.” ”Why would anyone move to Wales?” Mad-George asked. But the question was ignored and they continued to wait. The room was slowly getting filled by hungry students, each divided into their class and two prefects at the end of each table. ”Charles!” someone yelled. George looked around, and was filled with relief to see a rather fat, and short, boy coming against them. He had rather long, brown hair and blue eyes, and dressed in the same school uniform as Charles. Charles leaned in, and said, almost in a whisper. ”Don't mention anything about him, he gets insulted easily.” ”Charles!” the boy cried again, and sat down, opposite them, but still leaving a chair between him and Mad-George. ”I looked all over for you.” ”Richard, this is the new boy.” Charles said. ”George Maltravers, this is Richard Neville, he shares our dorm.” They both stood up, like proper gentlemen and shook each others hands, while saying all the ordinary phrases. Richard sat down, his eyes darting across the room. ”I heard that someone said I didn't got a B at the history test at all...” Charles sighed, looked sternly at Richard. ”It was probably just William, and he is awful at history any way, right? Always get everything wrong.” Richard who nodded, Charles continued: ”Splendid, sorted that out fine, see Sothers!” Richard still looked sad, and like a puppy at the same time, George thought. The room was soon filled. Except for the empty chair opposite George. But not for long, because just before the professors entered the room a boy came, almost running, towards them and he flung down onto his chair. They didn't have a chance to get introduced, and that was well because George thought he had lost his voice. The boy was tall, and had brown wavy hair, that was neatly combed into place. His face was long, and his nose was really big, but still it didn't look odd in any way, it just added to the charm. And his smile was so brilliant, absolutely smashing.
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Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life 1b/20
Date: 2011-11-11 06:56 pm (UTC)”You must be the new student, nice to meet you, I am Sotherby, with an 'R'. Not like the acutionhouse.” He said, and they shook hands and George told his name. Sotherby was much, much taller than both of them, with brown hair and what could only be explained as intelligent eyes. ”I see you met Charles, I hope he has been nice.”
”I am always nice.” Charles said. ”I can be a bit idle sometimes, but either way...”
”Idle... I do most of his homework really, can do yours to, for a small sum.”
”Oh, thanks but no thanks.” George said.
It took all to long to get to the canteen. George could only imagine what walking there early in the morning, in the snow would be like. But the canteen itself was warm and it smelled of food. And George was hungry. They sat down at the table and George realized that it would be at least another ten minutes until the dinner was going to be served. There was another person already sitting there. ”Mad-George!” Charles said, he raised his voice and said again: ”Mad-George!” The boy, with even more messy hair than Charles finally reacted, smiled towards them.
”Hello.” He said, rather shyly. ”Sorry, got caught in my own thoughts again.”
”It's alright Mad-George, this is George, he is the new student.”
”There can't be two Georges.” he said.
”No, but you are Mad-George, he is just George.” Charles said, George couldn't help but think that Charles seemed rather used to the whole... mad Mad-George thing.
”Oh yes, that's right.” Mad-George said and looked at him, his eyes was really scary. ”But what about William?” he said. ”What about William?”
Sotherby looked up from the book he was reading. ”Mad-George, we have talked about this a million times. William moved to Wales.”
”Why would anyone move to Wales?” Mad-George asked. But the question was ignored and they continued to wait. The room was slowly getting filled by hungry students, each divided into their class and two prefects at the end of each table.
”Charles!” someone yelled. George looked around, and was filled with relief to see a rather fat, and short, boy coming against them. He had rather long, brown hair and blue eyes, and dressed in the same school uniform as Charles. Charles leaned in, and said, almost in a whisper. ”Don't mention anything about him, he gets insulted easily.”
”Charles!” the boy cried again, and sat down, opposite them, but still leaving a chair between him and Mad-George. ”I looked all over for you.”
”Richard, this is the new boy.” Charles said. ”George Maltravers, this is Richard Neville, he shares our dorm.” They both stood up, like proper gentlemen and shook each others hands, while saying all the ordinary phrases.
Richard sat down, his eyes darting across the room. ”I heard that someone said I didn't got a B at the history test at all...”
Charles sighed, looked sternly at Richard. ”It was probably just William, and he is awful at history any way, right? Always get everything wrong.” Richard who nodded, Charles continued: ”Splendid, sorted that out fine, see Sothers!” Richard still looked sad, and like a puppy at the same time, George thought.
The room was soon filled. Except for the empty chair opposite George. But not for long, because just before the professors entered the room a boy came, almost running, towards them and he flung down onto his chair. They didn't have a chance to get introduced, and that was well because George thought he had lost his voice. The boy was tall, and had brown wavy hair, that was neatly combed into place. His face was long, and his nose was really big, but still it didn't look odd in any way, it just added to the charm. And his smile was so brilliant, absolutely smashing.