William Richard Hutchingson had already appropriated his side of the room. He'd arrived the day before, a privilege accorded to the rich, in order to settle down without having to be bothered by his roommate. The grey eyed eighteen year old would have preferred a room all of his own, but sadly not even his father's purse strings could make that happen ... Not without unsavory press following the action.

So instead, he had been allocated a paltry side of the room and tried to make it livable by having his personal aid setting up expensive shelves, and other necessities. These included of course only the best of what could be afforded, such as an extra armchair, a side table, and an electronic docking station where his iphone lay beside an ipod of the newest kind, and a macbook lay waiting to be used.

This was of course only the tip of the iceberg. William settled down in his armchair, reading a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo, being served a tray of refreshments by his manservant. The strawberry blond was hoping his room mate would cancel his attendance to the school. It would make life so much easier, not having to deal with such a ... cockroach. He was certain the other young man would be beneath him in station in every way. The thought had William wrinkling his aristocratic nose in disgust, even as he took a elegant sip of tea to try and calm himself.