idris; thursday ft
Isabelle's visit had buoyed Flick for awhile now. It wasn't the same as seeing her all the time like he was used to but it'd been good, it'd been really, really good. Right now, he was sitting in his dank, dark room with George and Simon.
George was trying to scrub the walls even though Flick had just told him to leave it because it was hopeless. Apparently, there was something dark in one of the toilets that George was trying to get rid of.
"Hey guys," George said, peering out of the bathroom. "Don't use these bathrooms. I cannot stress that enough."
"No problem," Flick said, waving a hand. "I'm fine with using a bucket."
"Ew, come on," Simon said, shaking his head. "Some of us would like working plumbing. We all don't have things like an Isabelle Lightwood to make us happy."
"Did you just bring my girlfriend into a conversation about indoor plumbing? Gross," Flick said, making a face.
Simon shrugged. "Hey, you wanna know a secret?"
Flick shrugged. "Sure."
Simon sighed and said, "I want to be a hero, but I'm not one. Everybody thinks I'm some amazing warrior who summoned angels and rescued Shadowhunters and saved the world, but it's a joke. I can’t even remember what I did. I can't imagine how I did it. I'm no one special, and no one's going to be fooled for long, and I don't even know what I'm doing here. So. You have a secret that can beat that?"
Well, Flick had a lot of secrets but he didn't really want to get into them. Not right now. George helped him out with that one.
"I'm not a Shadowhunter at all," George said quickly.
"You're not a Lovelace?" Simon asked. Flick's eyebrows had risen up and he looked surprised.
"No, I'm a Lovelace," George said, going from lighthearted to stern very quickly. "But I'm not a Shadowhunter. I'm adopted. The Shadowhunters who came to recruit me didn't even think of that - of people with Shadowhunter blood wanting mundane children, giving them Shadowhunter names and thinking of them as their own. I was always planning to tell the truth, but I figured it would be easier when I got here-less trouble to decide to let me stay than to work out whether they wanted to bring me. And then I met the others, and I started the course, and I figured out I could keep up with them pretty easily. I saw what they thought of mundanes. I figured it wouldn’t do any harm to keep the secret and stay in the elite class and be like the rest of the guys, just for a while."
George shoved his hands in his pockets, and stared at the floor.
"But I'd met you guys and you didn't have any special powers, and you'd already done more than all the rest of them put together. You do things now, like transfer to the mundane class when you didn't have to, and that made me man up and tell the dean I was a mundie and get transferred, too. You did that. The way you are now, okay? So stop talking about what a loser you are, because I wouldn't follow a loser into a slime-covered bedroom or a slime-covered bathroom, and I've followed you into both." George paused and said aggressively: "And I would really like to change the phrasing of that last sentence, because it sounded so bad, but I'm not sure how."
"I'll take it in the spirit it was meant,"said Simon. "And I-I'm really glad you told me. I was hoping for a cool mundie roommate from the start. And I got two."
Flick nodded, not really knowing what to say here. All of his secrets trended on the violent and dark. This didn't seem to be the time for those coming out. So, he merely nodded.
"Wanna know another secret?" George asked. "Everybody in this academy, Shadowhunters and mundanes, people with the Sight and without it, every one of them is looking to be a hero."
"And you," George said, turning towards Flick. "How'd you manage to snag Isabelle Lightwood? I heard she didn't even like mundanes!"
Flick smirked and leaned back. "I've got a few things that she does like."
Simon made a face. "Gross, man."
George leaned against the wall of the bathroom, a truly brave move in its own right. "That makes you a true hero, man. She's a total babe and she claimed you in front of everyone. I think Cartwright wanted to cry."
That made Flick inexplicably happy. He could be petty sometimes.
With that discussion done, the three boys set off away from the bathroom where they almost ran into Catarina Loss lugging a huge tureen.
"Ms. Loss..." Simon trailed off, confused. "Can I ask what you're doing?"
"Dean Penhallow has decided that she is not going to order fresh food supplies until all this delicious, nutritious soup has been consumed. So I am going to bury this soup in the woods," announced Catarina Loss. "Grab the other handle."
"My hero!" Flick said, already reaching for the handle. George and Simon grabbed for the other.
"Good plan," Simon said as they started walking. "I just have one quick question about the woods. And bears."
[NFB, NFI, OOC is fine. Taken and adapted from Welcome to Shadowhunter Academy and thus ending the first book, hurrah!]
George was trying to scrub the walls even though Flick had just told him to leave it because it was hopeless. Apparently, there was something dark in one of the toilets that George was trying to get rid of.
"Hey guys," George said, peering out of the bathroom. "Don't use these bathrooms. I cannot stress that enough."
"No problem," Flick said, waving a hand. "I'm fine with using a bucket."
"Ew, come on," Simon said, shaking his head. "Some of us would like working plumbing. We all don't have things like an Isabelle Lightwood to make us happy."
"Did you just bring my girlfriend into a conversation about indoor plumbing? Gross," Flick said, making a face.
Simon shrugged. "Hey, you wanna know a secret?"
Flick shrugged. "Sure."
Simon sighed and said, "I want to be a hero, but I'm not one. Everybody thinks I'm some amazing warrior who summoned angels and rescued Shadowhunters and saved the world, but it's a joke. I can’t even remember what I did. I can't imagine how I did it. I'm no one special, and no one's going to be fooled for long, and I don't even know what I'm doing here. So. You have a secret that can beat that?"
Well, Flick had a lot of secrets but he didn't really want to get into them. Not right now. George helped him out with that one.
"I'm not a Shadowhunter at all," George said quickly.
"You're not a Lovelace?" Simon asked. Flick's eyebrows had risen up and he looked surprised.
"No, I'm a Lovelace," George said, going from lighthearted to stern very quickly. "But I'm not a Shadowhunter. I'm adopted. The Shadowhunters who came to recruit me didn't even think of that - of people with Shadowhunter blood wanting mundane children, giving them Shadowhunter names and thinking of them as their own. I was always planning to tell the truth, but I figured it would be easier when I got here-less trouble to decide to let me stay than to work out whether they wanted to bring me. And then I met the others, and I started the course, and I figured out I could keep up with them pretty easily. I saw what they thought of mundanes. I figured it wouldn’t do any harm to keep the secret and stay in the elite class and be like the rest of the guys, just for a while."
George shoved his hands in his pockets, and stared at the floor.
"But I'd met you guys and you didn't have any special powers, and you'd already done more than all the rest of them put together. You do things now, like transfer to the mundane class when you didn't have to, and that made me man up and tell the dean I was a mundie and get transferred, too. You did that. The way you are now, okay? So stop talking about what a loser you are, because I wouldn't follow a loser into a slime-covered bedroom or a slime-covered bathroom, and I've followed you into both." George paused and said aggressively: "And I would really like to change the phrasing of that last sentence, because it sounded so bad, but I'm not sure how."
"I'll take it in the spirit it was meant,"said Simon. "And I-I'm really glad you told me. I was hoping for a cool mundie roommate from the start. And I got two."
Flick nodded, not really knowing what to say here. All of his secrets trended on the violent and dark. This didn't seem to be the time for those coming out. So, he merely nodded.
"Wanna know another secret?" George asked. "Everybody in this academy, Shadowhunters and mundanes, people with the Sight and without it, every one of them is looking to be a hero."
"And you," George said, turning towards Flick. "How'd you manage to snag Isabelle Lightwood? I heard she didn't even like mundanes!"
Flick smirked and leaned back. "I've got a few things that she does like."
Simon made a face. "Gross, man."
George leaned against the wall of the bathroom, a truly brave move in its own right. "That makes you a true hero, man. She's a total babe and she claimed you in front of everyone. I think Cartwright wanted to cry."
That made Flick inexplicably happy. He could be petty sometimes.
With that discussion done, the three boys set off away from the bathroom where they almost ran into Catarina Loss lugging a huge tureen.
"Ms. Loss..." Simon trailed off, confused. "Can I ask what you're doing?"
"Dean Penhallow has decided that she is not going to order fresh food supplies until all this delicious, nutritious soup has been consumed. So I am going to bury this soup in the woods," announced Catarina Loss. "Grab the other handle."
"My hero!" Flick said, already reaching for the handle. George and Simon grabbed for the other.
"Good plan," Simon said as they started walking. "I just have one quick question about the woods. And bears."
[NFB, NFI, OOC is fine. Taken and adapted from Welcome to Shadowhunter Academy and thus ending the first book, hurrah!]