Nolan Ramsey
Getting the lay of the land
Sat Sep 16, 2017 20:14

On the one hand, Nolan hadn’t wanted to be displaced from his home and his horses to come to a school underground, thank you very much. But on the other hand, home was chaos right now because Uncle Felix was dead and Uncle Virgil was in jail and the Ramsey grandparents were on the ranch.

For Nolan’s whole life, his parents kept to themselves from the family. Like, they always went when there were parties and other obligations, but they usually left early. Nolan’s dad was pretty mild-mannered and could only handle his family for about two hours at a time—three if there was dessert—so the current situation with Sylvanus Ramsey suddenly being the heir wasn’t going well. They had thought it would go to Virgil’s son, Nolan’s cousin Hipparchus, but from what Nolan had overheard his parents saying, apparently you didn’t get to be the heir if your father allegedly (they still had to say allegedly but there wasn’t much doubt, was there?) murdered the real heir.

Nolan was just not thinking about all that. Being shipped off to an underground bunker/boarding school was a fantastic distraction. Ha. He wasn’t all that impressed so far, but he didn’t dislike it either. He’d been “sorted” into Aquila House, although he couldn’t figure out what the point of the Houses were. Everyone took all the same classes regardless of House, so as far as Nolan could tell, the House just affected where you lived and what your robes looked like. At least he didn’t have a roommate, unlike some of the other students. He liked other people just fine, but he needed his own space too. Also he hadn’t had to talk about the leg thing so far (except that the counselor had said to talk to him or the Aquila Head of House if he needed accommodations), which was good. It was a boring conversation for Nolan; there were only so many times you could answer dumb questions about limbs before you got tired of it.

He’d come to school a day early to “get settled in,” and now that it had been a couple days Nolan thought he had the lay of the land. At the very least, he managed to get to the Finer Diner without getting lost or asking for directions. Pleased to see that his navigation skills still worked when he was in nondescript corridors instead of fields, Nolan approached a table that only had one person sitting at it. He wanted to meet his new schoolmates, since he was apparently going to be here for a while, but interrupting a group of friends having a meal seemed like a good way to start off on the wrong foot.

Nolan liked to joke that he couldn’t start off on the wrong foot because his literal only option was to start on the right foot. Mom hated that joke. She was not a fan of amputee humor.

“Hey, can I sit with you?” the redhead asked, indicating an empty chair. He had a slight accent courtesy of Oklahoma, but Nolan thought it was more of a twang than a drawl. “I’m new, and I lost my copy of the seating chart,” he joked. Of course, sitting with someone who had decided to be a loner meant you ran the risk of eating with a real weirdo, but Nolan didn’t think of that until after he sat down, so whatever, too late.

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                        • I'm in - Myffi, Sun Sep 24 11:41
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