Alfred was on his way to the indoor classroom when he passed a notice about the lesson being outdoors. Thank goodness he had noticed it, who knew how long he would have waited at the classroom if he hadn't? He had walked quite quickly to where the lesson was taking place, because he was never late. Maybe that was an overstatement. When he arrived at the class, he was slightly out of breath and took a moment to take a breather before greeting Schmoe. "Good afternoon, sir." Had Alfred called him sir because he had no idea how to pronounce his name? Yes, he had.
He went over to stand somewhere near Victoria, the girl who had been near tears at the start of term feast (although she probably wouldn't have taken kindly to the fact that that was how Alfred identified her). He glanced at her notebook and raised an eyebrow at the portrait. He looked at her and noticed that she was looking across towards Daniel while drawing it. She was drawing Daniel? It certainly looked nothing like him. |