Atticus Lake
Atticus sighed as he turned the page of his book, wondering if he perhaps should have bothered attending the classes if only to help someone else who didn’t already have a lifetime’s education of everything. He tossed the thought around before feeling a growing breeze pick up, rustling the worn ancient pages of the journal and bringing him to look up. Had it really been a year since he had last been here? The school seemed so different, and yet also so similar, the faces new but some old ones giving him waves as they entered. Giving up on the ancient journal - one of many from Merlin himself that Lady Alexa had passed down to him for studies - Atticus looked down at the white and gold uniform they had asked him to wear. He’d removed the overcoat, thinking it a little over the top, but he appreciated the waistcoat. He missed the darker colours of his own wardrobe though. White was such a difficult colour to get away with, even with his magic, it was just exhausting. Turning around, he slowly set the book into the soft burbling water of the fountain behind him. It sank in a bubble that kept it dry, and as Atticus withdrew his hand, it was gone. Looking up, Atticus wondered if there was something else he could do to pass time. He didn’t sleep, and he didn’t feel like studying right now, and he’d already explored plenty. He missed some of the chaos of the previous year. His thumb traced his lower lip with a small smile as he thought to the chaos of Colette and how much she had taunted him. She had yet to return, but Atticus wasn’t all that surprised, he just hoped that wherever she was she was keeping safe and not doing something reckless. An impossible dream, but still, he could hope.
His attention was distracted slightly when he noticed something slip into the water of the fountain he stood by. It was creamy orange against the marble, hissing as it moved in the wind, and after a moment of watching Atticus became very aware that it was indeed sand. “That’s odd.” He mused to himself, looking around for something that could have trekked sand all the way up from the beach. Instead, he saw another student, who was wandering around with sand in his hair and a leasurly gate which said he clearly didn’t seem to care about the lessons currently underway. Atticus cleared his throat, aiming to get the boys attention.
“Excuse me.” He gestured to the sand now collecting in the breeze and settling on a nearby bench. “I think you’re trailing something…”
@Bluecookies - Grotto
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