They walked to the castleteria. Though Bertram was listening to Marc speak of his brother, giving him his full attention, he was still taking in the school in his peripheral vision. It was lavish and expansive. He had only once been somewhere with this much space and decadence, and that was just for a visit. Here though, he was living here for a year. Bertram only ordered a pot of herbal tea. Not 'cause he couldn’t afford more, but he didn’t want Marc paying, nor did it feel right to spend the large sum his father had given him. It never did.
“Maybe coming here still can help,” Bertram offered. “It is only the second day after all. Try not to give up just yet.”
Marc put a hand to his arm and spoke of death. How Bertram and others should just accept it, not hide it, and how people would often come to him ask questions. Did he know? Did Marc know that his mother had passed away, did he have some kind of power that helped him to sense this? Bertram wasn’t sure what to say and how he was supposed to answer this.
Later, after an awkward breakfast from the lack of conversation, the pair made their way to class. Bertram arrived at the class before it started, sitting nearer the back, thinking about the conversation he’d just had. As well as thinking of his mother. A tear came to his eye as he did.
@Edelgard - Marc Erlion - I guess we’re separating now since Marc has Maths second?
APPROACHABLE?