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Years had passed since Meg Welles had first laid eyes upon the inner walls of Hampton Court, its pillars seemingly reaching to the heavens in the eyes of a young girl who had not yet viewed such splendor. Still new in comparison to the other decorated and historic castles build by the Tudors' ancestors, Henry VIII's cherished home sparkled with opulence and exquisite taste. Portraits of the family lined the halls, some even unknown to Meg, who had taken great care to memorize the most important figures leading up to William's ascension - his father, of course, and his grandfather, the victor of the great Lancaster/York conflict. His grandfather's mother, the formidable and fearless Margaret Beaufort, stoic on canvas as she was said to be in life. The list went on and on, each person an important part of shaping the generation that currently held the throne.

Her steps slowed in front of Queen Elizabeth, wife of Edward IV. Their dear country had been thrown into even deeper strife with their marriage, yet that couple's great-grandson now sat on England's throne. Meg wondered how proud the Woodeville woman might have been to know that her line continued, not only with William but with Bess, who carried on her name and ferocity.

Footsteps drew her gaze away from the painting, the sound of heels meeting the floor echoing across the hall. Her lips drew into a pleasant smile for the man she saw before her gaze turned back to the Yorkist queen. "It is uncanny, is it not, how strong a family resemblance can be, Lord Leicester? Though the princess was blessed with her father's hair and her mother's eyes, it is impossible to deny the connection to relatives of yore."

How he found himself feeling so bored in a place supposedly filled to the brim with chances of entertaining oneself, Hanamiya didn't know. He was aware, though, that the only one who could put an end to such circumstances was him. He was also aware that so far, he wasn't very fond of the people in this island. Regardless, it was only logical to assume that, as much as he loathed the idea of trying to find amusement with someone who wasn't worth his time, he would have to make do with what his peers had to offer.

Such were the thoughts he had pondered over before the headmaster-- that damn bear's first announcement. But now? Now he had pretty much everyone in his sight, both for entertainment purposes and his own safety, of course. His dropping the bomb had really worked wonders on the students, and it was the tension what made the situation all the more interesting to meddle with. Say something that doesn't sit quite well and you may have gained an enemy; make a wrong move and you may have someone yelling at you for a triffle that wouldn't have even gotten to them if the atmosphere wasn't so strained.

In the middle of his musings and heading to the hotel's main building, the raven had to purse his lips the slightest to prevent a grin from settling onto them and give him away the moment he bumped into someone. Deliberately, of course. It was just too good to let it pass. Whatever dropped to the ground from the other's arms was, however, not part of his frivolous plan. No matter; it may even make things more fun.