Post by Finn Leclair on Nov 22, 2019 14:49:51 GMT
[attr="class","ig"]It hadn't quite sunken in yet for the young man that it was currently autumn in Calchester. The leaves hadn't been entirely coloured yet and the weather was a little bit chilly at worst; but oh dear, today truly was the epitome of an autumn day.
It was beautiful.
Cold, yes. A freezing breeze just then caused Finn to bury his face beneath his scarf like on call.
But looking around, the leaves had finally started to turn into the warm colours of the season, which Finn couldn't help but be distracted by. To him, the day looked as though taken straight out of a picture book - or perhaps one of those romantic, flowery descriptions he usually only read about in his favourite genre of books.
Yes, today was picturesque indeed, and it mixed well with the bittersweet nostalgia that washed over him when he finally saw his old school in the distance.
Finn had been a different person back then. Not entirely, mind you; it was simply that he had grown - as most people did. He liked to think for the better, too. As he headed for the entrance, finding himself reminiscing about the experiences - the good as well as the embarrassing ones which he previously thought to have finally suppressed from his mind - he had in school as well as the friend he made during the years that he kept in close contact with, the school bell entirely shook him out of his thoughts, causing him to almost let the door smash into face out of surprise.
Luckily, an older woman who Finn assumed to be perhaps one of the teachers or other staff - for he did not recognize her - caught the door in time before the blond was crushed.
"Thank you, ma'am!"
Finn gave a relieved nod in appreciation and hurried inside, however, noticed that the lady squinted her eyes at him so much that her forehead wrinkled in thought. He shifted sheepishly from one foot onto the other where he stood. Fortunately, the lady did not let him struggle too long before her face lit up in recognition and she put a hand on his arm.
"Aren't you one of the Leclair boys? What was your name... Phillip?"
That made him pause for a moment, trying to recognize the woman's face in turn. When he finally did, he gave a laugh and shook his head.
"Ah, Mrs. Fischer! No, actually my name is Finn, ma'am."
Mrs. Fischer nodded vigorously, who seemed to remember more clearly now. The two of them made polite small-talk, through which Finn found out that Mrs. Fischer is actually soon old enough to retire. The news immediately made him somewhat sad; now that he remembered the woman, he also remembered what a nice teacher she'd been. He hoped that her current students treated her well.
Suddenly, Finn's gaze fell on a huge clock in the school's foyer and he noticed that he had to hurry.
"I'm so sorry to cut this short Mrs. Fischer, but I am actually here to see Mr. Frost. Could you point me to his classroom, please?"
The old teacher did not seem to mind and gladly gave him directions to Mr. Frost's classroom and after a couple flights of stairs, the Leclair boy found himself in front of it, just as the bell rung for a second time and the students more or less slowly trickled out of the room.
Finn patiently waited until it was empty, smiling at the youngsters as they passed him and then stood in the doorframe, knocking against the wooden door with his knuckles.
"Sorry to miss class, Mr. Frost, I overslept.
Can I bribe you with some fresh pastries I made, maybe?"
Usually, the blond really wasn't this quippy. At all. But somehow being back in school and remembering the trouble some of his old friends got themselves into, he could remember word by word some of the cunning excuses his friends would have said and made.
Finn himself had always been a good boy, a golden boy even, perhaps, so even having those words leave his mouth felt shifty and wrong. Still, the young man chuckled at his own joke, maybe a little awkwardly, and rustled the large paper bag in his hands containing the pastries that he had actually brought for his friend today, which was a rare occasion in and of itself.
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It was beautiful.
Cold, yes. A freezing breeze just then caused Finn to bury his face beneath his scarf like on call.
But looking around, the leaves had finally started to turn into the warm colours of the season, which Finn couldn't help but be distracted by. To him, the day looked as though taken straight out of a picture book - or perhaps one of those romantic, flowery descriptions he usually only read about in his favourite genre of books.
Yes, today was picturesque indeed, and it mixed well with the bittersweet nostalgia that washed over him when he finally saw his old school in the distance.
Finn had been a different person back then. Not entirely, mind you; it was simply that he had grown - as most people did. He liked to think for the better, too. As he headed for the entrance, finding himself reminiscing about the experiences - the good as well as the embarrassing ones which he previously thought to have finally suppressed from his mind - he had in school as well as the friend he made during the years that he kept in close contact with, the school bell entirely shook him out of his thoughts, causing him to almost let the door smash into face out of surprise.
Luckily, an older woman who Finn assumed to be perhaps one of the teachers or other staff - for he did not recognize her - caught the door in time before the blond was crushed.
"Thank you, ma'am!"
Finn gave a relieved nod in appreciation and hurried inside, however, noticed that the lady squinted her eyes at him so much that her forehead wrinkled in thought. He shifted sheepishly from one foot onto the other where he stood. Fortunately, the lady did not let him struggle too long before her face lit up in recognition and she put a hand on his arm.
"Aren't you one of the Leclair boys? What was your name... Phillip?"
That made him pause for a moment, trying to recognize the woman's face in turn. When he finally did, he gave a laugh and shook his head.
"Ah, Mrs. Fischer! No, actually my name is Finn, ma'am."
Mrs. Fischer nodded vigorously, who seemed to remember more clearly now. The two of them made polite small-talk, through which Finn found out that Mrs. Fischer is actually soon old enough to retire. The news immediately made him somewhat sad; now that he remembered the woman, he also remembered what a nice teacher she'd been. He hoped that her current students treated her well.
Suddenly, Finn's gaze fell on a huge clock in the school's foyer and he noticed that he had to hurry.
"I'm so sorry to cut this short Mrs. Fischer, but I am actually here to see Mr. Frost. Could you point me to his classroom, please?"
The old teacher did not seem to mind and gladly gave him directions to Mr. Frost's classroom and after a couple flights of stairs, the Leclair boy found himself in front of it, just as the bell rung for a second time and the students more or less slowly trickled out of the room.
Finn patiently waited until it was empty, smiling at the youngsters as they passed him and then stood in the doorframe, knocking against the wooden door with his knuckles.
"Sorry to miss class, Mr. Frost, I overslept.
Can I bribe you with some fresh pastries I made, maybe?"
Usually, the blond really wasn't this quippy. At all. But somehow being back in school and remembering the trouble some of his old friends got themselves into, he could remember word by word some of the cunning excuses his friends would have said and made.
Finn himself had always been a good boy, a golden boy even, perhaps, so even having those words leave his mouth felt shifty and wrong. Still, the young man chuckled at his own joke, maybe a little awkwardly, and rustled the large paper bag in his hands containing the pastries that he had actually brought for his friend today, which was a rare occasion in and of itself.