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Chapter 2
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Malvolio was sitting in the small classroom.
The floor was made of oak wood, the walls were covered with dull green wallpaper and two large windows allowed light to flood the room. The other students, all boys, were grouped in small groups of 3 to 5.
A tap on the shoulder brought him out of his thoughts and turned around.
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<<- Hi!>>
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He was a boy about her age. Short reddish brown hair, dark skin and large brown eyes. A small scar decorated the left side of his lip. Malvolio tore it like a sun. His huge smile lit up the whole room and dazzled the boy's brown eyes. Malvolio pulled up his glasses.
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<<- Hi. My name is Julius! Julius Ivory to serve you! He made a small curtsy that drew a small laugh from Malvolio.
-Pleased to meet you, my name is Malvolio Auclair.
-Auclair? Like the scientist Auclair? A questioning look on his face.
-Yes... He is my father.>>
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The boy stares at him for a moment and then his smile returns. He settled into the seat next to him and the two of them continued to chat while waiting for their teacher to arrive. It was amusing to see how Julius stood out compared to the other, with his loud and cheerful voice or simply by the colorful clothes he was wearing.
The class fell silent as the door opened. A tall man with black hair entered with a smile on his face, he stood facing the blackboard.
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<<- Hello everyone, I am Professor Aiden. He writes his name on the board. And I will be your homeroom teacher as well as your honors teacher.>>
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The first morning passed peacefully. Malvolio and Julius had made friends for a good part of the time, the teacher had explained to them the program of their first years as well as the rules of the school.
Noon sounded. It was lunch time, the two boys went together to the canteen followed by a bunch of other students dying of hunger. Julius went first and Malvolio second. The canteen was a large room painted in cream tones, with large glass windows decorating the long walls, the tiled floor was covered with a fine green embroidered carpet. The sun rays that crossed the room gave it a soothing atmosphere.
The two boys sat down on one of the many tables, they could seat 10 people around it. Malvolio hoped that no one would stand next to him...
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As the two ate and chatted, the students began to make noise. They all ran to the big door and shouted names, some of them like Julius and Malvolio stayed in their seats not understanding what was happening.
The students separated to let a group of four boys pass. They looked older than the others, maybe 3rd or 4th year?
Julius tugged on Malvolio's sleeve excitedly.
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<<- Wow... It's the elites!
-The elites? he asked.
-Yes! Wait... you don't know them? Julius stared at him in bewilderment.
-Well no... Who are they exactly?>>
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Julius moved closer to Malvolio and discreetly pointed his finger at the group.
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<<- Okay do you see the one in front of the group? He points to a boy with red hair. That's Eugene Bachelot the son of the prime minister. He then points to the boy on his right with an ebony complexion. He is Theo Lafaille, his father and a famous sculptor. Then comes the one on the left with blackish hair. He is Damien Desmarais I don't have much to say about him. He then points to the last boy who was standing at the back of the group, he had black course hair. And he, my friend, is Ernest Darret. They say that his mother killed his father !>>
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Malvolio's eyes widened as he looked at Julius, he didn't know if he was innocent or just stupid. He had spoken too loudly and a good fifteen people were watching them intrigued, the boy suddenly felt uncomfortable because of all the attention that was on them. Heart beating fast, clammy hands, sweat on his back.
Malvolio turned away from Julius. He looked around the room in terror, fortunately the people who had heard him were already going about their business, but his gaze was fixed in blue eyes.
Eyes as blue as a Celestine. A cold look empty of all warmth, it was Ernest. Malvolio was frozen on the spot, he could not turn away from his gaze he felt as if sucked. Trembling, choking, fear.
The boy came out of his trance. He immediately turned his gaze to the tray of food in front of him, he could hardly manage his tremors.
He was afraid.
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The afternoon had just begun. The two boys were in the painting studio with the rest of the class, Mr. Aiden had asked them to paint whatever they wanted for this first class. Malvolio didn't linger any longer than that and took a horse and a canvas and set up in a corner of the huge warehouse. There were canvases everywhere, paint and brushes. The hazelnut brown believes to be dreaming. He still had trouble imagining that he was finally here after all this time to wait and hope.
Malvolio had decided to make a portrait, he took one of the students at random and began to paint it, the shape of the face, the eyes, the nose, the mouth. After two hours of work he already had the basis of his painting, he only needed the colors and the details.
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Mr. Aiden passed through the rows. Complimenting some students and helping others, he stopped to look at Julius' painting. Malvolio couldn't see what he was doing, but from the teacher's face and the smile he was trying to dispel it must have been funny to see.
The boy gave a small smile. Having Julius in and his innocence (or idiocy) warmed the room.
Mr. Aiden then moved on to Malvolio's painting, he didn't say anything but seemed satisfied with what he saw and Malvolio didn't ask for more. Satisfaction.
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The bell rang. Classes were over and everyone left the room after putting away their canvases and paints. Malvolio trotted over to Julius and out the door, the duo walked to the dormitory where they would stay throughout their schooling. The building was outside the school, but not too far away either. The building was simple, 5 stories high, brick walls, small windows.
The duo separated at the door. Malvolio was on the top floor in the south wing while Julius was on the second floor in the east wing. Suitcase in hand, the boy climbed the many stairs, much to his chagrin. He took a moment to breathe and walked to his room. A sigh of satisfaction left him when he saw the door, number 523, he opened it with the key that was given to him earlier and entered the room closing behind him.
The room was not very big, about 15m², a wooden floor, off-white walls, a small window and a light fixture, there was a simple bed in the left corner with a small night table, a desk in front of the window and a small wardrobe on the right.
Malvolio fell onto his bed. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring this moment of silence. The boy got up and took his suitcase, he put it on his bed and opened it. He put his things in the small wooden cupboard, put his sketchbooks and notebooks on the desk, and then took out a photo frame from the suitcase. A picture of him, his father as well as his mother.
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<<- I miss you mom...>>
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The boy kissed the picture and put it on the night table.
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The sun eclipsed to make way for the moon that now dominated the City of Light. Julius had joined Malvolio for lunch, the two boys walked the long corridors of the dormitory, Julius talking happily while the other boy listened attentively.
The two of them arrived at the canteen and took their trays, which contained a dish of meat in sauce, vegetables and a piece of bread. They sat down at a table near the large windows.
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<<- Said Julius... why did you choose to come here?
-Oh me? Simply because I like painting, my mother always told me that I would be a great painter later! And you, if I'm not mistaken, are not a painter in the Auclair family.
-Ah, it's true, in fact my mother was a great lover of art. She painted marvels... Malvolio seems uncomfortable.
-Really? I hope to be able to see one of them one day then! He smiles.
- Maybe one->>
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The hazel brown was cut off by shouts. A gathering had formed in the middle of the room, both thought it must be the elite club, but they were startled when a boy was violently thrown out of the gathering. His nose was bleeding profusely and his lip was broken. Julius jumped up and ran to the boy on the ground, crouched down and took a handkerchief out of his pocket and gave it to the injured boy. Malvolio followed him a few seconds later, he helped the boy up.
<<- Fuck! You really piss me off, you know that?
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A redhead emerged from the group, his hair pulled back and a scar on his eyebrow. It was Eugene. The boy stepped forward and kicked the injured man in the legs.
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<<- Hey what's your problem?! Julius asked.
-My problem you see is this guy, this poor little beggar who thinks he's on a par with me! He looked at Julius. And who are you to talk to me like that?
-My name doesn't matter to a creep like you!>>
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The crowd let out a surprised sigh. Malvolio grabbed Julius' arm in surprise, he didn't expect him to respond, but on the one hand it suited him. Eugene flinched at Julius. His eyebrows furrowed, he grabbed the boy's collar and pulled him up with a sudden gesture, Julius grabbed his wrist firmly and glared at him. Julius hates it when people attack others without reason.
Malvolio got up slowly. The hazelnut brown man pushed up his glasses and stared at Eugene with fear. He hoped they would not fight. All attention was on the group, tension filled the room despite its size and only the moans of the injured boy echoed faintly.
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<<- Stop it.!>>
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A voice suddenly appeared from nowhere. A flat voice and a tone without interest, everyone turns to the person who just broke the silence, it was Ernest followed by Theo. Damien was nowhere in sight which is rare for the group.
Eugene grumbled, he threw a quick glance at Ernest then let go of Julius' collar, he pestered the boy on the floor and left the room quickly but still with confidence. The crowd began to disperse, Malvolio helped the wounded boy to this raised and Julius offered to take him to the infirmary, the brown wanted to accompany him but Julius refused and told him to continue to eat, his appetite had left him. Malvolio watched the two boys walk away and returned to his table. More lonely now. The boy tried to eat although it was difficult because of the stress he felt. It was quite an atypical scene... a fight on the first day? He had to stay away from the redhead... and the elite club.
Without realizing it, the boy was being watched by an iron gaze.
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The meal was over and Malvolio returned to his room. He hadn't had a chance to see Julius or that injured boy again, but he hoped they would both be okay.
He opened his door and was surprised by the smell. It was the smell of flowers, but there were no flowers! He quickly entered and closed the door behind him, he looked around his room to find a bouquet on his bed. A huge bouquet of white lilies, and a sealed letter. The letter had a slight scent that could surely make the strongest of Gods weak.
Had someone entered his room? He groaned unpleasantly, this first day was too hectic...The boy delicately opened the letter, took the paper and read it.
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<<- To you, the boy to whom my heart beats. Like a raging ocean, you haunt my thoughts.
And from your voice my world awakens.>>
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Chapter 2 finished! I rewrote everything because I didn't like the beginning... Have a nice day :)
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