Chapter One, Part Four
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[X] Do not give the slip to your roommate, show him your superior social skills.
[X] Head over to where Camille is, trying her best not to attract too much attention, while looking around with a half hopeful look that someone she knows might come in her sights.
Chapter One, Part Four
Poitiers will come with you. It is best he understands early on just how well your social skills are when compared to those of others. Camille appears to be in need of a hand, and you will most graciously give her such a boon in an effort to make her understand how much she needs you -and not the opposite, because clearly, you aren't the one who needs a friendly face.
"Tom!" Camille says with a smile as you draw near.
"Camille," you reply, before gesturing to Poitiers, "And this is my roommate, Poitiers."
"Marceaux Poitiers, enchanted to make your acquaintance, my friends call me Marceaux. Hopefully, you can all call me that?" as he asks that, he gives off a wry smile that reeks of sun and sea, something only found in the healthy rich nobles and kids who can eat whatever they want and snack and do exercise by the seaside of foreign places rather than by the creek of the river where dirty boots float by.
There is nothing but 'cold' in your mind as you recall your experiences with the water.
"I'm Camille," Camille says with a bit of hesitation, deciding against using her surname probably since she doesn't say it in the end. "I can't wait," she adds next, her right foot hitting the floor with excitement. "It's our first lesson in magic! After breakfast, but still-do you think we'll have magic?"
"We have Etiquette," you point out. "With professor Jacqueline D'Almond," you add. "We'll receive a timetable at breakfast, I would hope."
"Etiquette," Marceaux groans, "Urgh. Who needs etiquette when you can drink a magic potion?"
"For the time when you no longer have one under your belt?" this grating voice belongs to Louise. The girl has apparently drawn near, and huffs her displeasure. "I did not see you last night, Marceaux."
"What can I say," Marceaux replies with a warm chuckle. "I tried my hardest to fake Dragon Pox. Unfortunately, I was discovered. To think I had gotten as far as receiving a new broom for my troubles with my sickness," here he coughs, as fake as a cough it can be.
Louise curls her lips upwards in disgust, before clenching both of her fists together. "You're never going to grow up, are you?"
"Nah," Marceaux shrugs, and then does something you find so morally repugnant that it makes you shudder from utter disgust.
He puts one hand around your shoulders, and one around Camille's, drawing you both close with the strength of a healthy eleven years old boy who's been doing whatever form of athletics he could get his hands on. "Who needs growing up!? Isn't that right, me besties!? Yar Har?"
[X] Go be eaten by a Crocodile.
[X] I'll Hook you up with a butcher's Hook.
[X] Go be lost in a deserted island.
[X] Unhand me, you filthy peon! Unhand your future king!
[X] Suffer quietly this affront, but promise vengeance upon him and his entire family for the generations to come!
[X] Insert Write In.
An: I forgot to update.
Sorry folks. It happens.
[X] Head over to where Camille is, trying her best not to attract too much attention, while looking around with a half hopeful look that someone she knows might come in her sights.
Chapter One, Part Four
Poitiers will come with you. It is best he understands early on just how well your social skills are when compared to those of others. Camille appears to be in need of a hand, and you will most graciously give her such a boon in an effort to make her understand how much she needs you -and not the opposite, because clearly, you aren't the one who needs a friendly face.
"Tom!" Camille says with a smile as you draw near.
"Camille," you reply, before gesturing to Poitiers, "And this is my roommate, Poitiers."
"Marceaux Poitiers, enchanted to make your acquaintance, my friends call me Marceaux. Hopefully, you can all call me that?" as he asks that, he gives off a wry smile that reeks of sun and sea, something only found in the healthy rich nobles and kids who can eat whatever they want and snack and do exercise by the seaside of foreign places rather than by the creek of the river where dirty boots float by.
There is nothing but 'cold' in your mind as you recall your experiences with the water.
"I'm Camille," Camille says with a bit of hesitation, deciding against using her surname probably since she doesn't say it in the end. "I can't wait," she adds next, her right foot hitting the floor with excitement. "It's our first lesson in magic! After breakfast, but still-do you think we'll have magic?"
"We have Etiquette," you point out. "With professor Jacqueline D'Almond," you add. "We'll receive a timetable at breakfast, I would hope."
"Etiquette," Marceaux groans, "Urgh. Who needs etiquette when you can drink a magic potion?"
"For the time when you no longer have one under your belt?" this grating voice belongs to Louise. The girl has apparently drawn near, and huffs her displeasure. "I did not see you last night, Marceaux."
"What can I say," Marceaux replies with a warm chuckle. "I tried my hardest to fake Dragon Pox. Unfortunately, I was discovered. To think I had gotten as far as receiving a new broom for my troubles with my sickness," here he coughs, as fake as a cough it can be.
Louise curls her lips upwards in disgust, before clenching both of her fists together. "You're never going to grow up, are you?"
"Nah," Marceaux shrugs, and then does something you find so morally repugnant that it makes you shudder from utter disgust.
He puts one hand around your shoulders, and one around Camille's, drawing you both close with the strength of a healthy eleven years old boy who's been doing whatever form of athletics he could get his hands on. "Who needs growing up!? Isn't that right, me besties!? Yar Har?"
[X] Go be eaten by a Crocodile.
[X] I'll Hook you up with a butcher's Hook.
[X] Go be lost in a deserted island.
[X] Unhand me, you filthy peon! Unhand your future king!
[X] Suffer quietly this affront, but promise vengeance upon him and his entire family for the generations to come!
[X] Insert Write In.
An: I forgot to update.
Sorry folks. It happens.
