Alastair sighed gently, his fingers brushing quickly through his snow white hair. Underneath the brushed away fringe and the thin glasses lay bright green eyes, focused on the book in front of him. He looked over the paragraphs he was meant to be studying for his ancient history class, his free hand twirling a pen before scribbling a few notes on the honour code of the Japanese Samurai. Naturally his assignment choice would be a government necessitated marital artist, what else would he study. He gave a short grin at the librarian assistant, a bespectacled girl with long black hair, brushed past him. That grin turned into a devastatingly charming and slightly lop sided smile before his eyes snapped back to his book. He was lucky that he had free time right now, his pen twirling between his fingers as he thought upon what Angelo had asked of him. 

“Take back our streets? Are you nuts Angelo?” Alastair had said exasperated with his old friend. Angelo never was one to think of himself and the black eye and laceration he bore on him that day told him that was not a turning point to return from here. Alastair gave a short sigh and simply nodded “Fine…I can’t really say no…just…maybe round up more than the two of us?” He laughed as he waved Angelo off and went back to work in the atelier of his Master. Alastair received quite the training session that afternoon.

Alastair shut the book, the thick slap sounding out through the hushed silence of the library. The assistant gave a small cute squeal of surprise and Alastair took that as his sign to leave, walking out of the building quickly. He knew exactly where to go as the bell rang out and signified a break for the school. He opened the door to find Angelo, three unknown males and the new exchange smoking. The three unknowns seemed to be fighting amongst themselves before pointing questions at Angelo. Alastair just jammed his hands in the pockets of his dress pants and took a seat, kicking his feet up on a spare table “How quaint…” He said idly, pushing back with his feet and tilting the chair. His green eyes flicked up and looked at the roof, as he absently began humming the notes…or at least a rough approximation of the notes of one of Mozart’s violin concertos.