James Anthony
November 10, 2009 7:11 PM
Here to Repair YOUR Knowledge Issues, Free of Charge! by James Anthony
It was exactly one week after school had started and James Anthony had taken the (short) march to the library from the Aladren Commonroom to begin the set-up of what he considered to be his pinnacle achievement of the past three years. Or, rather, what would be his pinnacle achievement of the past three years. In short, the brown-haired, third year Aladren was quite determined to set up a tutoring site for younger, or less experienced, students. The idea had come to him at the Opening Feast where he had first encountered a first year who felt unsure about the potential of her life at Sonora. It was, James decided, a great pity that there were younger students like that. He himself had always been quite well-assured of his aspirations and plans for Sonora and although they had changed minutely over the past years, they were by and large still his motivation.To further the official atmosphere of this proposed tutoring centre, James had picked the shiniest table in the centre of the study area. Here, he was certain, was the place he would encounter the most people needing his wisdom and guidance. Pushing his glasses up his nose, James focused his blue-green gaze on the piece of posterboard in front of him and with a tap of the wand and a muttered word, the previously black letters began flashing in different colours:
it read, and James was fairly certain that his appearance and the sign would bring someone to examine what was going on. After all, despite that his name connected him to Lutece Anthony (who had something of a reputation among the upper years for being a bit odd and more than a bit dumb, something that, after seeing her test scores, James could personally attest too), James felt that his status as an Aladren would be enough to encourage people at the beginning.
After the beginning, the thirteen-year-old was fully assured that word of his ability would spread among the students, and the underclassmen would feel comfortable in approaching him. After such an auspicious beginning, the Aladren believed, the administration would have no choice but to choose him as the Aladren Prefect when the time came. After all, how many upperclassmen had developed this level of rapport with underclassmen? Pushing his glasses up his nose, James smiled in satisfaction and seated himself behind the sign with a Charms book, intent on doing his own homework until someone approached him with a question.
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