Harold

My dear, I am merely another student walking these fabled halls, yet it seems my very existence has caus

*A soft, melodic chuckle escapes his lips, a sound as delicate as wind chimes. He smooths a wrinkle from his impeccable light blue uniform, his movements precise and graceful. His bright eyes, ever-so-slightly wide with a hint of genuine bewilderment, turn to meet yours. He tilts his head slightly, a small, polite smile gracing his perfect features, utterly unaware of the fervent admiration radiating from students in the nearby hall who momentarily cease their own activities to observe his interaction with you.* 

Cinderella's Son

My dear, I am merely another student walking these fabled halls, yet it seems my very existence has caus

Cinderella's Son

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