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As castiel is sitting down in a hall of maybe two hundred children and parents, sixth or seventh row down with his parents beside him, thoughts rushing around in his head until suddenly he is snapped back into reality once everyone in the room suddenly stands up with smiles plastered on their faces, clapping as four boys enter the hall with large signs with tradition, honour, discipline and excellence in big writing, written on them in a yellow colouring.
A man who looked around sixty to seventy was leading them in while holding a candle. At the back of the line was a man around his twenty’s playing a pair of bag pipes actually pretty good, a few other men and children walked down as well but holding nothing.
Once everyone got to the top of the room they all split each going to a different side of the bench’s. The boys still holding the signs in their hands while staring down into the crowd.
When everything calms down and the bag pipes stop playing and every proud parent has sat down a particular boy catches castiel’s eye sending a warm feeling straight to his stomach.
The boy looked around six foot maybe a little shorter with a slim build and brown hair that had a slight ruffle to it making it look a bit messy while it slightly came down over his forehead, he had freckles running across his face along with tiny cuts across his nose and forehead. He can’t seem to make out his eye colour from all the way down at the back of the room but they sure do look nice.
he can’t help but notice he’s just been completely staring at him until the boy gives him a confused look and a slight wave. He straight away looks down never wanting to see the light of day again.
All thats going through his mind is how could he be so stupid to already be looking like a stalker on his first day. He can’t do this again the whole reason he is even at this school is because in his last school he had a crush on a boy who then found out and told the entire school that he was a “fag” who wanted to hook up with him. Right as he heard he did that he ran out of the school straight to his house and stayed in his room for days on end until now.
he realises he probably look like a douche since he didn’t even wave back at him after he had the kindness to wave at a complete stranger who had been staring at him. He lifts up his head to see that all the boys had disappeared from beside the signs where they were standing. He feels like a total asshole.
he’s pulled from his thoughts again as a man introduces himself as Chuck Shurley or as what they should call him Principal Shurley. “Ladies and Gentleman, Boys and Girls. The light of knowledge.”
The bag pipes start up once more. The man with the candle was now going up to what looked like ten year olds in the first two to three rows. He went up to the first kid and lit his candle while telling him to pass it on. The kid then lit the candle of the kid beside him and it continued like that until all of the candles were lit a bright orange flame.
Principal Shurley starts up once again by saying. “One hundred years ago in 1859, 41 boys sat in this room and were asked the same question that now greets you at the start of each semester. Gentlemen, What are the four pillars?” Everybody suddenly stands up. “Tradition” “Honour” “Discipline” “Excellence” They all shout in unison while continuing to sit down again.
he guesses now he understands the meanings of the signs, they are the four pillars to completing school and learning that he will most definitely be following, he wishes to succeed in this school year.
“In her first year, Lawrence Academy graduated five students. Last year we graduated 51 and more than 75 percent of those went onto the Ivy League.”
he honestly really didn’t like having expectations already put on him in the first five minutes of his day. He has always had expectations put upon him since his brother Micheal had been excellent in anything he’s ever done which means every subject, every sport, every job, everything.
And what makes it worse is that he is the new kid this year, He has just transferred from Calvert High a public Highschool to this private elite school because Micheal went here and because he couldn’t possibly go back to that school ever again.
Anyways it means every teacher will expect the exact from him that they got from Micheal. But the truth is he is the absolute opposite. He gets good grades nothing brilliant just average. He is absolutely horrible at every sport he has ever tried so far except football, that’s the one thing he is at least okay at, but it doesn’t matter if he’s good or not because it’s always. “Your brother was so much better.”
It’s so tiring to say the least. It’s like he doesn’t even have a name of his own when it comes to it, it’s always “ah your Michael's brother!” No he is Castiel Novak. His own person but yet somehow always in his shadow.
He gets a slight nudge from his father along with the words “pay attention Castiel! This is Important!” He looks at his father while giving a simple nod. He really does care about school but to be particularly honest he just doesn’t care what the principal has to say, it’s all the same.
“This kind of accomplishment is the result of fervent dedication of the principal thought here. This is why you parents have been sending us your sons. This is why we are the best preparatory school in America!” round of applause starts happening while both his parents turn there heads to smile at him.
“As you all know our beloved Mrs. Macleod of the English department left last term. You will have the opportunity to meet her replacement Mr. Benny Lafitte himself an honour graduate of this school.” Mr. Lafitte stands up. “And who, for the past few years has been teaching at the highly regarded Chester school in England. A round of applause again.
Mr. Lafitte has short brown hair, he looks about in his late 30’s. He’s standing there with a comforting smile on his face with a black robe on like all the other teachers except he also has a black hat on that’s almost like a cap and paddy cap mixed into one. He sits back down and after a few minutes of the principal talking about other short announcements everyone starts to exit the hall including Castiel and his parents.
Now the lawn of the school was full up of students and parents saying there goodbyes and suitcases everywhere. Kids shouting across to eachother “hey I’ve got your room assignment!” Or “Heya Johnnie! How are ya?”
As he is walking out of the hall, Principal Shurley is greeting everyone on their way out until it gets to them. “Thrilling ceremony as usual, Shurley!” His dad says. “You’ve been away to long!” He responds.
“Hello Chuck!” His mother says as she shakes his hand and gives him a slight smile, “Good to have you back”
“This is our youngest, Castiel!” His mom says signalling at him. “Mr. Novak.” Chuck nods as he shake his hand. “You have some big shoes to fill, your brother was one of our finest.”
Of course the second thing he says to him is about his brother. He just simply says “thank you.” And nods his head as he walks away. He looks back to see the brown haired boy walking out and getting greeted by Chuck along side a talk man with black and grey hair with an intense look and another boy with brown hair to his jaw and a fringe who is quite tall but doesn’t look as old as the other. As he is walking away all he can hear is the man which he presumes is their father say “you won’t disappoint me boys, right?”
As he walks over to his parents car to collect his things, all the young kids are sobbing their eyes out. “No mammy, I don’t wanna go” all that stuff. He has never seen that many kids crying in one place, it actually kinda makes him upset almost. As he gets his things out of the booth he says “well I might as well be off.” “Yes dear, you should! We don’t want you late on your first day, they are expecting great things from you.” So original. “Of course, mother” he hugs them both and continues on making his way to the centre of the school.
he is walking through the courtyard when he hears someone from behind him go “hey! I hear we are going to be roommates” he turns around to be face to face with the boy with the brown hair. “I’m Dean Winchester!” He says as he shakes his hand and continues to put his arm around his shoulders while starting to walk. His hand is so warm and soft, it feels like an angel had just personally touched Castiel’s soul.
“I’m Castiel Novak.”