When Alexander was finished with his extracurriculars for the day, he found himself plopping down on his bed and looking around the room with a frown. It was not surprising that Valanice had quite a few complaints about a few things, but it was a little disheartening to think that one of them had been his rooming situation. He supposed he could ( Read more... )

It had definitely been a challenging project, but the results had been quite satisfactory. Last night had almost entirely been filled with cutting and sewing, sewing and cutting, but he had been efficient and industrious, slipping easily into Gwydion mode to get the task done. Sure, the consequences of a poor job were no where near as drastic ( Read more... )

With his first semester at Fandom High over, Alexander figured he'd better take the time to write a letter back home to his parents to let them know how things were going. He sat at his desk, a quill and inkjar at hand (of course, he knew about pens and such now, but they just didn't feel the same), and he started to write:

Dear Mother and Father ( Read more... )