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"Hate? ...Gym class, when we have it. It's every other day after school for me, since my schedule is so full," Lawrence mumbled, thinking. "I don't really have any others that I hate."
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“so you will be back to our room later then I will?” pushing he food around again he pushed the plate away. “I don’t think I can eat any more.” Pushing he walnut hair back behind his ear again he sighed. “now I am going to be thinking about what we talked about all day.”
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"Some days, yes," Lawrence confirmed, nodding. Then, he frowned. "...Why? Are you still upset, or worried about something? I'm all ears."
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“not really, just overactive imagination.” Looking back at his food he did not want to say what he truly was feeling.
“excuse me?” the cool voice belonged to one of the upper class men. His name was William Stanton, son of Lord Stanton. He had been raised to be the next lord but there was now talk about him NOT inheriting his fathers title. Some said that it was because of some tryst that he had had with a married woman. There was nothing that could prove this because the woman would not talk. “are you Josh Lynley?” his tone was cool almost indifferent. Looking up at him Josh said confused. “Yes that is me?” his brows furrowed. “good the Dean wants you in his office of the test.” Turning away he went back to his friends. “well I guess I have to go now. See you at lunch?” Josh stood up and waited for Lawrence’s answer. |
Lawrence had almost recoiled when he saw someone approach, but he seemed to relax when he saw it was William. At least it wasn't one of the major bullies of the school. He smiled at Josh. "Sure. Let's sit at this same table."
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“Ok see you later.” Tuning away he walked towards the dean’s office. don’t even think about it. He does not care about you. He is just like every other guy who has gotten to know you. Once you trust him he is going to turn against you, hurt you. he walked down the hall slowly trying to think of what the test might be and not about what he mind was saying. That is not true, he is not going to turn on me. He is better than those others. turning the corner he stopped at the door to the dean’s office, his head slowly fell forward to rest on door. I can’t do it, I don’t know how I am going to pass this.
“You can come in Mister Lynley, I have been expecting you.” Opening the door Josh walked in. latter as the bell rang for class to start josh walked out, he felt drawn out and flipped. He had never known that there were schools that taught magic let alone tested for it. |
Lawrence had known, of course. He'd been told he had some type of power within him, but even professionals that had examined him couldn't exactly tell what it was. It was frustrating for the dean, who felt the need to know if his students had powers.
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Walking back up the hall Josh wondered what his first class would be like. Would he get to see his roommate before lunch or would they even have lunch together. The dean told him that there was more than one lunch period so there was a chance that he would not see his roommate till the end of the day. dam, stop it, there is no way you should even be thinking about him like that. He is my roommate, not a potential lover. shaking his head he stopped walking and leaned agented the wall.
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Lawrence sat down near the middle of the room once he reached his Psychology class. He loved Psychology. It was one of his favorite subjects, along with Economics.
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Turning into his first class josh looked around for Lawrence. Not finding him he sighed, he had hoped to see him, to have someone in his class that he could talk to and trust. His history class was loud yet not so busy. Taking a seat near a window he dropped his bag.
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As the class went on, Lawrence found himself, for the first time in a long while, wishing he had friendly company. Basically, he wished Josh was in his class. He loved Psychology and had a fun time in class, but he felt...lonely.
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Half listening to his teacher josh wounded what Lawrence was up to. Was his class interesting? Was he even thinking of Josh or had he forgotten all about him. Suddenly the teacher slapped his desk, “were you even paying attention mister Lynley?” he jumped and tried to think of what the teacher had said last. Drawing a blank he smiled worriedly.
“sorry no.” he said sheepishly. “pay attention!” the teacher walked back to the front of the class. “now as I was saying…” the teachers voice slowly became a drone to josh. Lawrence what are you thinking now? |
Since Lawrence was a good student, if not a little stubborn, his teacher, whom he'd had last year for History, didn't seem to mind that he was only half-paying attention, as long as he answered questions correctly and took semi-decent notes. Which he was doing.
He seemed lonely. No one sat near him due to his his commoner look. He was wondering about Josh, and he hoped he would have a class with him. |
As class came to a close the teacher told Josh that he better pay attention in class or he would have to inform the dean. Not like I care what you have to do, your class was not that interesting anyways. I would not be surprised if I could teach it better. walking out Josh looked up and down the hall for Lawrence. He wanted to find out what classes they had in common. His next class was Magic Basics, whatever that was.
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Lawrence seemed lonely even as he was walking through the crowded hallways. People always bumped into him and stepped on his feet, never apologizing. Bullies ran amok everywhere and picked on the poorest, or poorest-looking, kids. Lawrence was one of the poorest-looking kids because of his old, clunky glasses and simple clothing.
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Catching a flash of poorer looking clothes in the sea of uniforms josh raised his hand and called out. “Lawrence over here.” Pulling to the side so he was out of the stream of students Josh waited. He did not care if he was late for class, he had to find out what classes they had together.
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Lawrence jumped and immediately followed the voice, squeezing against the wall with Josh. There was a smile on his face. "Hi, Josh," he greeted, pleasantly. He seemed to have been lonely before, because he was unusually happy, now.
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“hay.” He smiled back. “thought I will try to catch you before the next class. Here is my class, any of them match up with yours?” he held out a small piece of paper, on it was listed
Frist period A day: Histiory B day: calculus Second period Magic Basic’s Thired period A day : astronomy B Day: latin Forth Period Government Fifth Period Lunch Sixth Period Advanced English Seventh Period Economics Eighth Period Study hall Ninth Period PE “so any of them match up?” Josh asked hopfully. |
Lawrence took out his schedule and held it up beside Josh's, hopefully. "...We have third together on both days...then we have seventh to ninth together," he noted, nodding. He seemed quite excited about this. He'd never had a friend at school before.
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Smiling josh looked around. “Well at least I won’t have to sit alone too often. So I will see you in third? By the way do you know much about my next class?” he pointed to magic Basic’s. “They said I had some talent but not what the class was about.” Lawrence can tell by josh’s tone of voice that he is slightly worried about this class.
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"Yeah, you will. Um...they tried putting me in that class. They said I had a lot of talent, but when they tried to get me to use whatever it was...it just wouldn't work. And they didn't know why, since they had experts tell me something was there. It was frustrating. So, they told me that when I figure out what my talent is, I can head back to those sorts of classes," Lawrence offered. "They'll try to bring your talent forward and see if you can use and control it."
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“You would think that I would know by now if I had a talent.” He turned towards where his next class was. “Well don’t want to be too late, would hate to be turned into a frog or sum such, I would never find someone to break that spell.” There was a twinkle in Josh’s eye as he quickly hugged Lawrence. The smirk was back as he stepped back. “Have fun in class.”
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Lawrence was surprised by the hug, but he patted his back shortly before he pulled away. "I will...you, too..." He turned and hurried down the halls so he wouldn't be late. No need to put a dent in his near-perfect on-time record...
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Walking quickly Josh kept thinking of his new friend. mother would be shocked, she might even have a heart attack if I told her. But he is interesting, and we have classes together. He felt a little bubbly warm feeling start to grow inside of him. Maybe this is what I have been missing all these years. But if so why did no one want to talk to me when I was the new kid? Why did they treat me the way they did? Is there a way that some of them were finding out about why I was kicked form the last few classes? Josh walked into his magic class just as the bell rang. “Made it.”
Looking around he stared, this was not what he had expected when he heard magic class. Over in the far corner there were a few pillows, one or two students lounged among them. In the middle of the room was a small set of desks each one had a beaten up set of books stacked on top of them. Near the back of the room was a stack of caldron’s some of them heavily dented. At the front was a chalk board that was covered in symbols that Josh could not understand. The symbols seemed to move as he watched them. Around the rest of the room were other Items that just did not seem to fit into the use of magic. |
Most of the students were milling around and socializing, laughing and having fun. But, in the far corner of the room, by the window, there was another boy standing all by himself. He looked younger than most of the other students and was not wearing his uniform. Instead, he was wearing a long black coat, made of loose silk. His hood was up, which was clearly against school rules, and it hid most of his face.
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