Who: Elizabeth Bennet and Alec Trevelyan
What: British warden, meet your anti-British inmate. HAVE FUN.
Where: A common room.
When: Today.
Warnings: None?
Alec hated tea. Not because he disliked the drink itself, which he found palatable but preferred coffee, but because of what it represented. Years of careful self-conditioning, of hiding his unadulterated loathing for all things British, were fraying. He hadn't met his new warden yet - nor had he met his old one - and wanted to get things off on the right foot.
Although Elizabeth Bennet sounded like a very British name.
Still. A new warden meant an opportunity to make a first impression, and reinvent himself. He was wearing a smart suit, his hair impeccably groomed. In fact, the only thing to mark him as quite possibly unsavory was his scar - but well, he couldn't do much about that. It was an ugly thing, a grafted mass of patchy skin on the right side of his face. He hoped it wouldn't be too disconcerting.
The sooner I can convince her I've changed, the sooner I get out of here.