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Percival couldn't help the feeling of dread that crashed over him the moment he arrived in front of an admittedly beautiful, old building a week ago. Under any other circumstance, he would genuinely be happy wandering the grounds of the grand estate, soaking in the silence that came with being so far from society, out in the snowy wilderness of the German mountains. This was his idea of perfection, and he bemoaned the fact that he arrived at the beautiful building, in these beautiful surroundings, unable to really enjoy them. He had planned to the moment he arrived, having decided that this whole idea was utterly useless. He barely believed his father's ramblings about strange creatures, so while being sent to school in an entirely different country was a little irritating, he was determined to make the most of it by soaking up the surroundings and the peace and quiet--
Until he was ushered into the school by an excitable teacher, eager to introduce the new student to life at the prestigious academy. That wouldn't have been that horrifying, and it wasn't... until he took notice of the large, ram-like horns curling outwards from her forehead. It was meeting her that made him realise that his father was, in fact, correct; the place was full of monsters and creatures, not a human in sight. He would have run away if possible, but the fact he had no transportation away from the school stopped him doing so-- as did the fact his father would be beyond furious if he didn't stay for those few months capturing sufficient evidence.
Percival's first week in the Academy had been... difficult. He was a human among monsters, totally out of his depth dealing with creatures he'd only even seen in fictitious movies-- but he'd managed to hold himself together surprisingly well. He forced a smile to those that approached, and murmured the bare minimum in answer to their questions. Inevitably, he distanced himself from everyone else as best he could. He did that among humans, so it was expected he do the same among these... monsters.
Yet, his solitude over that week had an undesired effect. Percival wasn't left alone as he preferred; he became suddenly popular among others in the school for his brooding, mysterious silence. Nobody knew much about him other than his name, where he was from in Scotland, and the fact he was apparently a merman, and the fact he told them so little only made them eager to pursue him for more information. Not an hour went past without someone approaching him, or simply glancing over at him and gossiping to their friends. It wasn't at all what he wanted, but at least they weren't suspicious of him. He'd expected to be found out the first day of his arrival, so to have lasted a week without suspicion cast upon him was little short of a miracle.
On his 8th day at the school, Percy was already sat in class, arriving predictably early from his private bedroom to soak up the silence while he could. He avoided breakfast purely because of the attention he seemed to gather, and yet, while he was starving and really could have done with a big breakfast, he'd gladly skip food until lunch if it meant avoiding the troublesome monsters for a little while. The moment a few of them turned up to class, though, his peace was effectively over, and he didn't hesitate to audibly sigh and vocalising that annoyance.
Until he was ushered into the school by an excitable teacher, eager to introduce the new student to life at the prestigious academy. That wouldn't have been that horrifying, and it wasn't... until he took notice of the large, ram-like horns curling outwards from her forehead. It was meeting her that made him realise that his father was, in fact, correct; the place was full of monsters and creatures, not a human in sight. He would have run away if possible, but the fact he had no transportation away from the school stopped him doing so-- as did the fact his father would be beyond furious if he didn't stay for those few months capturing sufficient evidence.
Percival's first week in the Academy had been... difficult. He was a human among monsters, totally out of his depth dealing with creatures he'd only even seen in fictitious movies-- but he'd managed to hold himself together surprisingly well. He forced a smile to those that approached, and murmured the bare minimum in answer to their questions. Inevitably, he distanced himself from everyone else as best he could. He did that among humans, so it was expected he do the same among these... monsters.
Yet, his solitude over that week had an undesired effect. Percival wasn't left alone as he preferred; he became suddenly popular among others in the school for his brooding, mysterious silence. Nobody knew much about him other than his name, where he was from in Scotland, and the fact he was apparently a merman, and the fact he told them so little only made them eager to pursue him for more information. Not an hour went past without someone approaching him, or simply glancing over at him and gossiping to their friends. It wasn't at all what he wanted, but at least they weren't suspicious of him. He'd expected to be found out the first day of his arrival, so to have lasted a week without suspicion cast upon him was little short of a miracle.
On his 8th day at the school, Percy was already sat in class, arriving predictably early from his private bedroom to soak up the silence while he could. He avoided breakfast purely because of the attention he seemed to gather, and yet, while he was starving and really could have done with a big breakfast, he'd gladly skip food until lunch if it meant avoiding the troublesome monsters for a little while. The moment a few of them turned up to class, though, his peace was effectively over, and he didn't hesitate to audibly sigh and vocalising that annoyance.