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Hugo Hatherley (hugohatherley) wrote in islingtonschool,
@ 2017-09-04 10:15:00

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hugo hatherley, kelly carlene buchanan

Who: Hugo Hatherley and KC Buchanan
What: The Grand Tour, whatever that means ;)
When: Sunday afternoon, between lunch and dinner?
Where: Islington School

Hugo liked an orderly life. He'd come back to school, carried his brand new sister's bags as far as her floor - further, he was not allowed to go - and left her with a few parting tips for an easy life, or as easy as life could get given their circumstances. He'd headed for his own room then, unpacked everything, made the room shipshape... and then he'd logged into the network.

Mr. Brooks' message was much as it had been the year before, and the year before that, actual new and updates mixed with his particular sense of humor. He grinned, but read it quickly and scrolled past. The first day was generally a bit sparse in terms of entries, but it tended to be the newest people who posted on move-in day, searching desperately for someone with some common ground in this "brave new world".

KC's post caught his eye. Well, okay, the display icon caught his eye, but her words kept his attention. She seemed sort of funny, sort of self-deprecating. Not at all dour or dismal like some new people could be. He wanted to know more about her, and before he knew what he was doing, he had replied to her post, offering her a tour, despite the fact that every new student was offered a tour before their parents paid their tuition.

Imagine his surprise when she accepted.

Now he was waiting outside her boarding house for her to put in an appearance, a single tulip clutched in his hand, purloined from the cook's garden. Propriety demanded some sort of gift, after all.

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dreamgirlkc
2017-09-04 01:12 am UTC (link)

KC just got back from lunch and from the very brief walk where she bumped into a familiar face, son of her mother's friend. She was feeling a bit uppity now that she knew she wasn't exactly alone in this brand new school. Truthfully, his reception felt a bit lukewarm for KC's tastes but she was somehow hopeful that they'd get along together just fine. He was, after all, the only person she knew. She sat down on her bed and opened her suitcase, intent on unpacking so she could finally take a nap. She was still trying to figure out how to arrange her things—because obviously she's going to need a system here what with the multitude of things she brought with her—when she saw the notification on her phone. Someone named Hugo replied to her post, which she wasn't expecting at all given that she's a new girl.

That's very nice of you to offer, I'd like that.

She didn't think much of it, only that she was lucky someone actually wanted to show her around. The first tour she got was very brief because her mom and her grandma were intent on keeping her from walking too much so she appreciated Hugo's offer. She wondered, while replying with information on where to find her, if she needed to tell Hugo about her condition. Would it be too much for a first meeting? KC sighed and decided not to tell instead. Once, twice, three times would probably be enough for the day. She hoped Hugo would see her response to Dani instead.

She managed to fix her bed with fresh linen that smelled of home before changing into a cute denim skirt and bouncing down the stairs to meet Hugo. He seemed like a smart guy, and his display icon showed he's a looker too. She opened the doors to the dorm and greeted him with a huge smile. "You must be Hugo? Hi, I'm KC." She said, reaching out for a handshake.

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hugohatherley
2017-09-04 01:31 am UTC (link)

Hugo returned the handshake, bowing slightly. Her picture didn't do her justice - she was beautiful, and he felt his face flush red as he looked on her for the first time.

"H-hugo Hatherley," he said, hearing his voice crack and mentally cursing at himself. "Pleasure to meet you. How are you enjoying Islington so far?"

What a stupid question to ask, he berated himself. She'd been here all of an hour, and seen probably the inside of her cubie, and precious little else.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little... new to this," he admitted. He offered her his arm, glad that his long years of manners training hadn't deserted him entirely. "You might have to be patient with me."