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[b]Claud Albert Hamilton[/b]

As the evening hours crept on, a young man finally departed from his classroom to make his way home. If one ever bothered to take note of the man, they would be aware that late departures were the norm for him. And if one knew the man, they would be aware this was a highly calculated effort to avoid details of his living quarters and domicile situation from being explained. One would also know that such circumstances feel right in line with the general distance the young man maintained in most every situation he found himself in. Yet no one knew the man, and no one took note of him. After all, if the man, whose name was Claud Albert Hamilton, was anything at all in this life, then he was an observer. He merely looked in on his own life and lives of others. And observers were never noticed by others, for an observer's sole job was to the vessel that others might glance in through. 

Hence as the the young man passed through the courtyard on his way home he fully intended to simply head home without stopping. Yet the world has a nasty habit of forcing the hands of the otherwise isolated, and for once something caught the attention of Claud causing him to pause. It wasn't the boy sitting in the courtyard, no nothing of that nature was odd, his fellow students often had a habit of sitting in the courtyard after hours. It was after all a relaxing environment where one could crack open a book, take an afternoon nap, or simply chat with friends. No there was nothing about the locale or the other man's presence that caught the interest of the young man. Rather it was a but a simple object that Claud took note of. 

"[i]The Penguin Dictionary of Classical Mythology[/i]? An excellent source to read no doubt." The young man noted in a gesture that surprised even him. It was a peculiarity for the man to voice his thoughts on any matter, but whatever moment of surprise the man may have felt about his gesture, it didn't show. Instead the train of thought continued: "Personally I prefer to read from some of the original Greek and Latin texts, such as [i]The Aeneid[/i] of course, although [i]The Metamorphoses[/i] are also an interesting read. Although I must profess I am more familiar with Latin studies over Greek." 

To speak a sentence was an unusual for the man known as Claud Albert Hamilton, to speak for so long was even odder. Yet when it came to his studies he was diligent, it only stood to reason that he must possess some interest in the fields of academia. A fact that was now becoming rather apparent as he continued speaking. Yet he also realized another grievous faux pas.

"Ah, my apologies for the lack of manners on my part. My name is Claud Albert Hamilton, pleasure to meet you."

The man's introduction finished with an outstretched hand. Today had truly been a change of pace for the young observer.