Nathaniel Mordue
That doesn't seem helpful.
Thu Jun 13, 2019 17:21

Something was wrong.

This was, on the whole, nothing new, but right now something specific and not part of everyday was wrong. Either Jeremy was ill or Jeremy was hiding, because he had been gone from the table too long. Were Uncle Alexander and Aunt Avery glancing at each other? Simon and Sylvia? He tried to avoid everyone's eyes, at least until it became impossible to sit still anymore.

"Excuse me for a moment," he said to his uncle, making himself meet Uncle Alexander's eyes for most of a normal beat as he stood up and carefully pushed his chair under the table before stepping away and out of the Hall.

He did check the bathroom just for the sake of it, but did not find Jeremy. Therefore, his brother was either lurking somewhere in the school, or was outside. Nathaniel knew he did not have time to search the school or the means to search Crotalus, but....

He looked around for a portrait who looked alert and not too busy with whatever was going on in the confines of a given frame. Luckily, a magnificently mustachioed gentleman in a dark suit and ridiculously tall hat walked through a door in the back of his painted room and seemed to notice a curious expression in the world beyond it.

"Can I help you, young man?" he asked mildly.

"Yes, thank you," said Nathaniel, relieved. It was very strange to feel relief, annoyance, and concern all at the same time. "Have you seen a boy who looks a lot like me anywhere? A first year?"

He knew this was a long shot, and that he might have to ask around more, as this fellow had been out of his portrait. However, it turned out he was in luck: the gentleman nodded. "I believe I did," he said. "Just before I went to ask if it would be convenient for me to visit Miss Simpson's portrait on Saturday - you do know Miss Violet Simpson, on the second floor? - " Nathaniel tried not to writhe with impatience - "but her family portrait was empty, nobody at all home - but yes, just before I went out, I saw a boy just as you say. He went outside."

"Thank you," said Nathaniel again, with a shallow bow; it was best not to be rude to portraits. This was the only thought which let him restrain himself long enough to accept the painting's nod of acknowledgment before he too headed for the Gardens as quickly as he could without actually running indoors.

Outdoors, he lengthened his stride as far as it would go, as he could not be seen running outside either on such a very public occasion. "Jeremy?" he called, looking both ways. "Jer - what are you doing?!" he exclaimed, finding his brother and staring aghast at the spectacle of Jeremy trying to beat up a hedge, trying not to worry again about the possibility that madness ran in their blood and that either of them could succumb to it at any time.

  • I blame the hedgeJeremy Mordue, Tue Jun 4 05:15
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    • That doesn't seem helpful. — Nathaniel Mordue, Thu Jun 13 17:21
      • You're not helpful!Jeremy Mordue, Fri Jun 14 06:32
        Great. It had to be Nathaniel. Nathaniel, who was perfect and did everything right, was now going to point out to Jeremy how he was failing again. How he should just learn to behave and not let this... more
        • Fair. Let me try again.Nathaniel , Fri Jun 14 12:44
          As soon as he asked the question, Nathaniel knew it was the wrong one. It was quite obvious what Jeremy was doing; the actual question was why he was doing it. Did it wrong. Not good enough. Not good ... more
          • Keep diggingJeremy Mordue, Sat Jun 15 22:35
            He couldnít leave. He wanted to help. He was worried that Jeremy was going to hurt himself. And Jeremyís solution didnít fix anything. Right. That was the real problem. Not that Jeremy was going to... more
            • I'm trying my best.Nathaniel, Sun Jun 16 15:37
              Nathaniel realized pretty much instantly that he had clearly not helped yet. He did not think that noticing this was any great measure of perceptiveness on his part, however. Anyone could have seen... more
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