[Judas]

Marcus walked into the school for the first time, he was dressed in a fine white shirt, silk crimson waistcoat, black dress trousers and matching jacket everything that he needed had been sent to the school already. He didn't understand why he had been sent to the school he had been happy being home-schooled, but he thought it was more to do with him being recluse due to being unable to socialize with anyone his own age. He wasn't going to argue with his parents he knew even though he was their child a strict punishment waited him if he misbehaved.

Alexander could feel the breeze fly through the unprotected glass panels as the carriage moved slowly at times and quiet fast at other times towards Alexander's newest destination, Whitehill School for Young Gentlemen, an all-boys school that his mother had objected him from going there and threatened to take his inherance away if he did decide to attend but his father had made his mother agree for him to attend. Alexander felt that he had to since he had heard a conversation of his parents about wanting for them to be alone now...without Alexander. Alexander stared at the carpetted carriage flooring as they turned another corner into the school grounds and come to a sudden stop.

Alexander could hear a rather loud clank and heard several pieces of wood break as the carriage driver got off the seat of his own to open the door. Alexander stared at the directions of where the movement was coming from as he then heard a louder 'clamp' sound and saw the door begin to open, he let out a slight smile before standing and began to step out, his rather fakish smile on his face stood alive. "Thank You...James..." He told an overweight man as he was helped out of the carriage, he could do it himself but the last time he had done it he had his left arm in wraps of cloth for weeks to heal the broken bone within.

After several minutes of etting the suitcases down from the other end of the carriage a tall male came out and soon directed Alexander inside, he never got a chance to say goodbye...or welcome. Alexander carried his two suitcase with little strenght...he grew up with a soldier as a father...he needed to be strong. Alexander didn't really paid attention as the taller male told him the guildlines and what will be happening around the area, Alexander had learned to nod at certain points from past dinners with his father's gentlemen friends. Alexander's appricote coloured eyes stared straight ahead, it looked like they were in a hallway with much grander rooms as the doors were seperated about more and more. His dark oak wood hair flew gently in the window breeze, his hair bein of ear lenght as his mother thought that it was the next generation style of Head appearance. His clothing was grand...soft white cashiemer shirt...his black dress pants had the hints of egyptian cotton within them...and his jacket was exactly the same as well. His shoes has strings of indian cloth within them.

Alexander watched as the taller male opened up a certain door and gently shoved Alexander in the room with his suitcases, "This is your room mate Alexander...you shall be sharing...now if you excuse me..." The taller said as he quietly disappeared after the door was closed. Alexander looked at the door slightly shocked for a moment before shaking it away and looking at the other, "Uh....How do you do?" Alexander said to the other as he bent his head downwards slightly in greeting.