Gregory Violet

send one to have our muses meet for the first time.

“Sorry, were you just talking to me?”

“I think you dropped this.”

“You look lost. Need some help?”

“I don’t usually talk to strangers, but…”

“You’re sitting in my spot.”

“Whoa! Careful!”

“We’ve never met, right? You seem familiar.”

“Is that seat taken?”

“Sorry, I think I just spilled something on you.”

“You’re blocking the doorway.”

“Were you just staring at me?”

“Excuse me, do you know the time?”

“Wait — are you the person I’m supposed to meet?”

“I’ve been sent to find you.”

“Please don’t be alarmed, but I think we have the same bag.”

“Do you work here?”

“I’m fairly certain that’s mine.”

“You’ve got something on your face.”

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

“Do you know the way to ___?”

“You’re hurt. Do you need help?”

“That’s a fine ___ (cloak/hat/book/etc.). Where did you get it?”

“This might sound strange, but can I hide behind you for a moment?”

“You look like you could use a friend.”

“I think your dog just stole my lunch.”

“Hey, you dropped your coin purse.”

“I think we’re stuck in here together.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear, but…”

“Are you the new neighbor?”

“First time in town?”

“I’m not sure if this belongs to you, but…”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”

“Do you mind if I join you?”

“I think you’re in the wrong place.”

“You seem… out of place.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you following me?”

“That was a close call.”

“Not to alarm you, but someone’s watching you.”

“Mind if I walk with you?”

“You look like you’re in trouble.”

“Was that your doing back there?”

“You don’t look like you’re from around here.”

“That was impressive. How’d you manage it?”

“I’m guessing you’re not here by accident.”

“Do I want to know what just happened?”

“You might want to keep your voice down.”

“Is it always this strange around here?”

“I have a feeling we’re about to become acquainted whether we like it or not.”

ℑt was quite a burden for the young Earl Phantomhive to attend a school of all places. However, there was a specific purpose behind it; he was to portray a student at such a prestigious institution to learn, despite already being well-versed in much of the material being presented, which was exhausting. He could hardly comprehend how his peers of the same age had not yet educated themselves on such basic subjects. Indeed, it seemed the education system must have been lacking.

Perhaps this was the reason he was discovered reading in the library. Despite the vast collection available, he struggled to find many literary works that piqued his interest. Consequently, he opted for two works by a well-known author, Oscar Wilde. These included his collection of poems published in 1882 and his latest piece from that very year, “The Decay of Lying”.

Although he appeared to be concentrating on the material in front of him, he was hardly focused, and it startled the young adolescent when a robed hand reached out to switch on the small lamp beside him. The voice that followed belonged to one of the prefects, inquiring about the amount of light (or lack thereof) that the new student seemed to be using.

‘ Ah! ’

Ciel looked at his books, then at the lamp, before returning his gaze to his senior to reply.

‘ I hadn’t really noticed. I suppose I had already adjusted to the lighting in here. ’

A single wide ocean-blue eye scrutinized the hunched figure before him. How peculiar it was for the quietest of the four prefects to show an interest in him.

"Perhaps, but you only seem to have the one working eye for now," he blanched a little at his own words, but held a steady rhythm to his speaking. He couldn't stand seeming unsure of himself, "you ought not to strain it so much."

Gregory nodded slightly at the observation, he didn't like coming to the library very often. But it was peaceful at the very least.

"A good number of Violet Wolf students are musicians and with longer pieces to learn and limited practice rooms; the hallways echo with their noise-- music. It's getting difficult to find reprieve that isn't simply being holed up in my room." He glanced around to see if any of the armchairs at the end of the aisles were free and gave a defeated sigh.