Jeremy Mordue
We'll see
Sat Jan 5, 2019 21:16

The wagon ride seemed calculated to annoy. The journey itself was unnecessary slow and dull but the worst part was Nathaniel sitting opposite him, constantly looking like he was on the verge of saying something more significant than small talk about the passing scenery. Nathaniel kept looking like he wanted to remind Jeremy how to behave, and was only thinking better of it because there were other people around. This was met with a steady gaze of steel. Not glaring. Jeremy would not glare in public, even at his brother, and even when said brother was being provoking. But it was a look that said Nathanielís desire to correct him was a bad idea. He didnít need Nathanielís help. He knew what he was doing. Had he not had all the same etiquette classes? Was he not the same age as Nathaniel had been when he got shipped off to school? He didnít know why his brother had to treat him like such a baby all the time. It wasnít fair.

As the four Mordues disembarked the wagons, his cousin Simon wished him luck. This remark was echoed by Nathaniel along with Ďhave fun.í Jeremyís instinctive reactions to whether comments were irritating or not had far more to do with who was saying them to him than what was said. Had Nathaniel alone wished him luck, he would have found it an irritating and patronising comment, an implication of Nathanielís lack of trust in him to be able to do this. But Simon had said it. Simon and he werenít close, but his oldest cousin was broadly decent to him. He didnít constantly treat Jeremy like a problem, the way Nathaniel did, and so this remark was taken as being a sign of warmth, a friendly wish from his cousin, and thus passed without irritation when Nathaniel said it too. From Sylvia, he got Ďsee you later,í which he took to mean his cousin expected him to get sorted into Crotalus, and which bolstered his spirits immensely. Of course, his cousins would all see him regardless of his house placement, as the first years would be paraded in front of the whole school, but Jeremy was adept at reading what he wanted into the remarks of others - approving from Simon and Sylvia, whose good favour he craved, and irritating and sanctimonious from Nathaniel, who had a lifetime of casually one-upping him, being the better, older, favourite child without even really trying, and who felt the constant need to try to make Jeremy into himself. Like being Nathaniel was so great. He was a Teppenpaw.

Jeremy set off down the path marked for first years with his held high and his shoulders squared. He felt bolstered by having had three older students to see him off (even one who was irritating and a Teppenpaw) because that helped to show he was someone. All the important families had a large presence in the school, and it did well for his reputation that he was already well connected. It was a shame that Simon hadnít got prefect. If the silly school hadnít collapsed on Quidditch, he would have had a different badge to make up for it. Still, Jeremy had connections and was clearly Someone, and that was the main thing.

He listened to the speech from the tired and disheveled professor (Nathanielís head of house) with internal impatience but with a carefully schooled look of neutrality. The man was going over a range of things that Jeremy, of course, already knew. He allowed a slight smirk to cross his features as the man bothered to explain Quidditch, one that said that clearly Jeremy knew what that was, and thought it rather laughable that anyone might not. Oh, he knew there were Muggleborns and other trash. And that some of them probably didnít know, because for all that they had been gifted, somehow, with magic, some of them barely bothered to crack a book before coming to school, or to learn the important things about the world into which they were going to enter. That was the trouble with those types of people - they didnít always make the effort to assimilate.

When they were dismissed to talk to others, Jeremy looked around carefully. He only wanted to talk to people worth talking to. Noticing a boy who held himself well - good posture, neat appearance, not desperately cramming cookies into his face in an ungainly manner - Jeremy decided he had found an acceptable start. Jeremy made his way over and was given the name Felipe. Just that. No family name. This was not enough evidence on which to assume that the boy wasnít Pureblood though. He had heard that people at school sometimes got a bit casual, though he hadnít expected it to happen quite so quickly. From his name, the boy was also clearly somewhat foreign, although he didnít sound it. He had also been prepared for this, and that the majority of the foreigners came from decent families who were seeking wider connections. Maybe they didnít do things the same way wherever this boy was from, though as he was in America now, he would need to learn to do things their way.

ďIím Jeremy Mordue of the Oregon Mordues,Ē Jeremy replied, showing him how it was to be done. He refrained from saying that it was nice to meet the other boy because he couldnít yet be sure that it was.

  • This all sounds very adequate.Felipe De Matteo, Fri Jan 4 19:48
    Felipe was pleased to find that Sonora was an organized institution. He had suspected it would be -- it wouldn't be a world-renowned educational facility if it hadn't earned a fair reputation for... more
    • We'll see — Jeremy Mordue, Sat Jan 5 21:16
      • We certainly will.Felipe De Matteo, Sat Jan 5 21:45
        Felipe found this boy utterly fascinating. He was, from first impression, exactly who Felipe's own father was trying to make sure Felipe never became. Although the heir to the De Matteo fortune was... more
        • I think I'm coming round to itJeremy Mordue, Sat Jan 5 23:06
          ďThatís alright,Ē Jeremy replied, with what was probably far too much graciousness, one that betrayed that he thought rather a lot of his own good will and where it was bestowed. Honestly, what kind... more
          • No, no, you'll have to do a lot more to come around. Felipe De Matteo, Sun Jan 6 18:25
            Felipe had dark eyebrows, like his deep, almost black hair. One of them, his right eyebrow, wanted nothing more than to arch in amusement and satisfaction. Jeremy seemed to be exactly the sort of... more
            • Yeah, well... so will you. Jeremy Mordue, Thu Jan 10 07:05
              Jeremy shook the hand that Felipe extended, feeling like this was all going really very well, and wishing Nathaniel could see this. Nathaniel thought he was so freaking great. So perfect, Mr.... more
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