Joining the Team WHO Josh Foley OT Flynn Rosewood WHAT Flynn drops by for an impromptu interview WHERE Crescent Hill Academy WHEN Saturday, May 20th, 2017 (Mid-morning)
Despite the chaos at the mansion and preparing it for it's Memorial Day weekend opening of tours, Flynn had taken the time out of his busy schedule to make a trip to Crescent Hill Academy and talk to and check up on the students who had at least one fae parent. The last student he was currently speaking to had been a bit of a surprise when she was introduced to him 12 years ago for she was a full-blooded Sidhe. Flynn had learned that she was the many times Great-Granddaughter of Earl Colum and Countess Sadb, the latter who was a sibling of his mothers. The pair had been one of a few who had debated leniency in his jailing to a year versus the original sentence of hundreds (no doubt a suggestion made by Cavan to teach him a lesson). What the Earl and Countess hadn't counted on was Flynn's own stubbornness and pride that rivaled his father's. When he met young Mór, or Moreen as she was known to the mortals, he was relieved to find that his father still had allies that weren't in Cavan's pocket. Over the years, she had been an unknowing fountain of information until she had finally wised up to his subtle "inquiries of home" and now voluntarily acted as "middleman" to relay information from her parents to him when she returned to Faerie for school breaks. Written correspondence could not be trusted if was intercepted by Cavan's spies and given his brother's growing paranoia, Flynn had been especially careful since the turn of the century to word his letters to his sister carefully.
The older fae sighed after Mo had essentially confirmed all of Aisling's concerns, fears, and news. A sad smile graced his lips as he reached the short distance between them and lightly touched the tips of his fingers to her shoulder.
"Give my regards to your parents, yes?" A more happy smile grew on his face at the nod he received before he encouraged the girl to go have some fun on his account. In the moment he had alone, Flynn used it to reflect on things before he heard the tread of Toby interrupt the twitter of birds. They held a brief conversation on the matter of his brother as they strolled toward the main building of the academy when he saw the underlying reason for today's visit: Joshua Foley.
Turning to Toby, he requested some space before approaching the boy and getting back into the role of Flynn Rosewood, Billionaire Playboy. Unbeknownst to Josh, he was like Moreen, only far more human and significantly less Greats to Flynns descendant. When he rediscovered this branch of the family tree, and why Josh was here, Flynn had taken the news in a not-so-princely fashion. Afterward, he vowed to oversee the boys education and welfare - the school had seen an increase in anonymous donations, a portion if which he'd specifically earmarked for Josh.
He was noticed on his approach by Josh's companion, who elbowed him in the ribs and their conversation came to an abrupt halt. He flashed them his infamous smile before extending his hand to the boy and introducing himself.
"Mr. Foley, Flynn Rosewood. It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person. May I call you Josh?"
Josh hadn't been in Havenwood that long, but all you really needed was a day to learn to who Flynn Rosewood was. Pretty much anything older than the last century seemed to have been built by the man's family, which in this town meant more than a little. The Aquitaine, Rosewood Manor... almost anything of note seemed attached to the Rosewoods. Why a billionaire like Flynn stuck around a little town like Havenwood was more of a mystery, but that didn't stop Josh from being awestruck when he turned around to find himself face to face with the man himself.
The man who was smiling at him and extending a hand. The man who knew his name. His name.
"I, uh... pleasure to meet you, Mr. Rosewood," he stammered. "Josh is totally fine."
He glanced around, then leaned in. "I'm not in trouble, am I? Like, are they kicking me out for something? Is that why you're here?"
At first, Flynn was taken aback by the series of questions. If he hadn't had centuries of training at Court, however, the next moment would've displayed the broken heart he felt for the boy on his face. His parents had certainly done a psychological number on him if Josh thought that by Flynn's mere presence and interaction with him, he must in be trouble. Yet, with his Fae penchant for mischief, Flynn couldn't help but be amused by said questions, and rolled with it.
Quirking a brow at the kid, Flynn lowered his voice as his face became a mask of seriousness, "Why do you ask? Have you done something worthy of expelling you?" Tense seconds ticked by before the faerie straightened with a chuckle and shook his head.
"Relax, Josh!" Clapping the kid on the shoulder, "You're about as opposite of being in trouble as one can get around here. Your teachers tell you're doing well in their classes and Ms. Townsend says you've been doing your best to adjust and get settled here. In all, you're doing as well as expected. So, no, you're not in trouble. In fact, I'm here to offer you a job, if you still want it after answering some questions?"
For a moment, the color drained out of Josh's face as his mind raced through every possible thing he might have done that could result in him getting expelled. He was still processing the list when Flynn chuckled, reveling in his little joke while Josh was still silently panicking. It took him a few more seconds to realize that Flynn was still talking to him - talking about him even - and - wait, had he just...?
"I'm sorry, did you just say you want to give me a job?" Josh asked breathlessly, once his wits finally caught up with him after a few slack jawed moments. "Like... a job??"
For the first time since his abilities had surfaced, Josh felt like a massive weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Almost immediately, though, he chastised himself for getting his hopes up so quickly. Kids from Queens didn't have billionaires drop in personally to give them money, especially not ones that were freaks. It just didn't make any sense. Why him? Was Rosewood just giving jobs away to any kid at Crescent Hill that needed one, for charity? But then why didn't he just send an assistant or a letter, and why did he know so much about Josh and his life at the academy?
His eyes narrowed as his head craned around, looking for cameras or a crowd or some sign that this was all a publicity stunt. But it seemed to just be the two of them now, as his friend had slowly crept away once he realized there was some serious discussion about to go down. Still, he had to know for sure.