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Got to spend the afternoon hanging out with @bythedagger/ @profxsseur at Animal Kingdom!  We got to watch elephants (Kath’s favorite animals) playing in the water and baby gorillas romping around!  Also, a CM mistook my Hunchback ears for Finding Nemo.  We’re still trying to figure that one out.  Ariel, maybe.  But not Nemo.  And the stupid teenage boys behind us in Dinosaur that I almost strangled ughghghghghghgghgghh.  But we had an awesome day!  Je t’aime, Augustine <3

After dozens of vicious violent arguments rocked the foundations of Château de Fleur, the only son of the aristocratic family had taken his considerable share of the enormous family fortune and stormed off to public university.  It was unbecoming of someone of their lineage, his parents had insisted, a de Fleur should be at a private university.  But Lysandre was tired of being a de Fleur, and living in opulence and comfort while there were people suffering.  So he’d applied to Lumiose University, and his genius had made him a shoe-in for acceptance, and at sixteen years old, he was standing in front of a dorm building that was practically crumbling.

This was exactly what he’d wanted, but it hadn’t been what he’d expected.  He should have known that being two years younger than everyone else and nearly a foot taller with wild bloodred hair and clothing that could pay for a house would attract stares and whispers even from those who didn’t recognize him from the aristocracy.  It was almost a relief to get the key to his room and retreat into what may as well have been a broom closet with two beds shoved inside.

He set to work painstakingly unpacking, glad to have something mindless to do.  If that was how people reacted to him simply walking across campus, he was in for a long four years.  And then the door creaked open, and his roommate stepped in.  Lysandre’s breath caught.

“Congratulations, mon ami,” Lysandre said with as bright a smile as his dour face ever wore.  The older man had just been named Kalos’s regional professor, and Lysandre had gathered his friends and colleagues to celebrate.  The cafe was alive with laughter, but Lysandre only had eyes for Professor Sycamore.  One of the waiters brought by a bottle of the finest wine in their storage, and Lysandre took it upon himself to pour his friend a generous measure.

It had been nearly a year since Geosenge, since the Ultimate Weapon’s power had made Lysandre immortal instead of cleansing the world as he’d planned.  All the good he’d ever done for Kalos had been forgotten in the face of his rampage.  But he’d expected that.