Post by Arthur Bishop on Sept 4, 2015 21:32:32 GMT -5
Arthur wasn’t sure what he had expected of Felicia Blackwood. The rumours surrounding the commander painted her as the domineering, intimidating sort that seemed more drill sergeant than commander. But as the two prefects turned a corner and found themselves once more in the familiar body of the school, Arthur made his own assessment of the girl. She was serious, that was for certain, but it was the type of seriousness that came from devotion and a stubborn determination to do a job well done. More than that, Arthur got the impression that Felicia was motivated by genuine concern for her fellow students, just as she had been concerned for him and his own silly nervousness. As they walked he found that he was not afraid of her, rather, he respected her and her high standards. In that matter, Arthur felt a certain connection to the commander. He could only hope that his apparent lack of focus had not ruined her impression of him.
“Yes, these powers are most curious,” he agreed, but by then they had almost reached the end of their patrol and it was time to say good night. Arthur didn’t much understand the powers that had drawn everyone at Ashford together. He didn’t know where the came from or how they were possible, only that they existed; they were very real and there was no other option but to cope with them. As he bid Miss Blackwood goodnight his mind wandered through the halls without his consent, imagining all the strange and mysterious things that Ashford might offer. After all, if Arthur had leant nothing else that night, Miss Blackwood had taught him that the world was rarely what it seemed.
"Yes, Miss Blackwood, until we meet again, good night."
“Yes, these powers are most curious,” he agreed, but by then they had almost reached the end of their patrol and it was time to say good night. Arthur didn’t much understand the powers that had drawn everyone at Ashford together. He didn’t know where the came from or how they were possible, only that they existed; they were very real and there was no other option but to cope with them. As he bid Miss Blackwood goodnight his mind wandered through the halls without his consent, imagining all the strange and mysterious things that Ashford might offer. After all, if Arthur had leant nothing else that night, Miss Blackwood had taught him that the world was rarely what it seemed.
"Yes, Miss Blackwood, until we meet again, good night."