Assembly culminated with a round of polite applause from the students after a long winded speech about pulling together to better oneself and also the school. To her amusement she would normally have the first three lessons free on a Tuesday out of a normal six. Each lesson was fifty minutes, starting at nine with a break called 'the half' at ten-fifty and lunch at one-fifteen meaning all lessons were finished by four thirty. She stalked out, ready to maintain her distance until her timing was perfect and would make the most impact. Having dealt with the girls' response to her arrival only the day before she was fairly certain that the rumours would soon start to spread like pollen on the air and she was sure that in no time they would grow and spiral and right before they flooded into an uncontrollable hysteria, then she would make her move.

Nik and his scowling brother had disappeared after the master, two strays dogging the footsteps of a despotic master. Dray waved and said he had politics and would maybe see her at lunch. The other two girls hadn't emerged from whatever hole they had buried themselves in. Sebastian was stretching, catlike on the other side of the oak doors. He wasn't waiting for her, she could tell, but she could also see that he didn't mind if she lingered with him for a moment. Just to help those rumours egg along.

The boy was small. Smaller than she was. And thin. Thinner than was probably natural for a guy, though not exactly weak looking... which was an odd mix. He had strong shoulders, she could tell that, despite the dark folds of the uniform jacket. There was certainly something feral about him. Something distinctly sharp about his face. The keeness in his eyes, as if he were hyper aware of the little movements, the details seemed caught there.

"Walk?" She said with a long appraisal, "These people seem to think I'm still drinking gin or something."

He focused in on her and slowly nodded. The fall of his fringe obscuring the eyes that flickered over her, "That wasn't gin earlier?"

"Lime cordial. It's much more satisfying in the morning. Wakes you up."

He nodded again, "There's a river."

"I haven't seen it."

The slope of his neck, pale even in the orangey light of the hall, bent ever so slightly as he inclined his head and began to walk away. There was a sort of reverance in his every step, as if in each second he was in a perpetual state of movement, taking in eternity with each tick of the grandfather clock or the winnie the pooh wristwatch she'd had since she was three and a half. Why she felt this. She was not entirely sure. There was an agression to him also but again not towards the world. Almost agianst himself. Well, she'd make the most of this wily character before the world became her oyster.