Hadley-Bright is banging on Sagramore's door ( Read more... )

Mr William Hadley-Bright is in the library. He has a book open before him, and several in a stack off to the side. He is hunched over said volume, his chin resting in his hand, his finger poised to trace the words along the page. All in all, he is the perfect picture of a studious young gentleman. Assuming, naturally, that one overlooks the fact ( Read more... )

Hadley-Bright may be found in the Mansion's stable, making certain that the horse upon which he arrived is sufficiently readied for the sudden cold and snow. The Mansion seems to care for most such things on its own, but where horses are concerned, Hadley-Bright would much rather be certain.

Hadley-Bright leads Levy the very short distance to his room. It is no larger or finer than Levy's, but it is cleaner. There are even a few volumes of magic strewn about, which shall no doubt prove useful.

As for their object, Hadley-Bright has no fear of that. Surely summoning a fairy will prove quite simple.

Hadley-Bright has come once more to call on Miss Rushton, though this time under somewhat different circumstances. He wears his scarlet coat still, and his breeches and his boots- it is everything else that has changed. Rather too embarrassed to seek out Mr Strange in such a situation, for should not any clever pupil have avoided such a thing, he ( ( Read more... )

Outside her room, whenever she next steps out, Miss Cecilia Rushton will find a bundle of red tulips, tied carefully with a ribbon. There is no message.

(Hadley-Bright hopes he is not being too forward. But the effect would be quite spoiled were he to ask Miss Rushton that.)

Hadley-Bright possesses a soldier's fluency in cursing. It is a talent he is currently exhibiting, now that he is at last out of earshot of Sylvette or (he assumes) any other lady. His arm is badly burned; it is safe to assume that this is the source of this stream of foul language. Though he may not ask for it, Hadley-Bright would appreciate a bit ( Read more... )

William Hadley-Bright has yet to realize that he is not quite where he expected to be. Therefore, he has managed to avoid entirely any period of fear, frustration, desperate attempts to return home, &c, and in this, his first open post, is strolling along the main garden pathway. He would like most especially to see his tutor, or to continue, as ( Read more... )