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"I despise that utter buffoon."
Prospero scowled across the room at a boy with mid length blonde hair and a cruel smirk revealing a gold tooth. Even just by looking at him, you could tell he was up to no good.
Annabel Lee sighed, taking another sip of her tea with her other hand holding the plate.
"Yes, I know Prospero. You've reminded me of that fact on numerous occasions. I believe I'm aware. "
Prospero grumbled and leaned forward onto the table.
"I just don't understand why we force ourselves to put up with him! He's only caused trouble for us Annabel, someone as intelligent as you can surely understand. "
She set her tea cup down with a clink and shakes her head softly. Tucking her ringlet curls behind her ear she landed her gaze upon a certain trouble maker with a black and white pony tail.
"Oh, Prospero. I do understand, but we still have use of him. His spectre is one of the strongest in the long run. We need him to keep our authority of course. "
The blonde chuckled.
"Or are you not as smart as I thought you out to be?"
"... I suppose you're right. But still, his treatment of his fellow 'friends' is... Something to approve on."
He looked over at the figure next to Montressor. A nervous acquaintance of his.
William.
"Especially of that William. He never stands up for himself."
Prospero looked down at his espresso.
"What a pitiful boy. "
Annabel shrugged. She cleared away her teacup and plate.
"Well, it is what it is. "
She states as she wanders off.
Prospero watches her leave before immediately looking back over at Will. Sitting to the side of the table as Montressor and Ada speak - what a sickening couple.
The two men catch each other watching.
Prospero signals Will to come over and sit with him.
He looks around for a second before realizing that the usually solitary Italian was referring to him. And to that he immediately followed suit and sat just across from Prospero at the table.
"Uh, h-hey, Prospero. Whaddya need? "
The brunette queried awkwardly.
He raises a hand and shakes his head, taking a sip of his drink with the other hand.
"Nothing, I just wanted to ask you something. "
"Oh! Of course, uh... What is it? "
Prospero looks past Will at the self-centred cowboy, now with his arm wrapped around his "lover's" shoulders, much to the annoyance of those around them.
"How on earth do you put up with that annoyance?"
Will follows his gaze over to Monty where he pauses.
"Ya mean Monty? He's not an annoyance, he's my friend. "
The stern boy's expression shifts to a mix of confusion and exasperation.
"Friend? friend?! Do you seriously consider that man your friend? After all he's done?! "
William seems unfazed for once, his sight fixed on Montessor. There's almost a sense of admiration and maybe a bit of longing in it.
Prospero picks up on this.
"... You don't seriously... like, him, do you? "
William instantly turns back around.
"Me? Him? 'Course not! I mean, I would never. Another man? Definitely not! "
He chuckles nervously.
Prospero raises a brow at that but decides to drop it.
"Ok , nevemind then. "
Prospero pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Just, promise me something. "
"Anything! "
"Try not to let him walk all over you. Make a stand up for yourself. "
"Uhm... Sure I guess... "
William gets up and heads back towards his original seat in the dining hall.
Just then, Annabel Lee returns and sits down next to him.
"Were you just conversing with William? What ever could it be about.? "
She questions as she subtly fixes her curls and her smudged lipstick.
"It was about nothing. Also did you just come from the custodian's closet? You smell like dust. "
"Oh uhm, I was just... Looking for a feather duster. There was a uhm... Spider web! In my room... "
He doubts her claim of course, she suspiciously had some black lipstick smudged on her lips too. He recognized it, but he just couldn't remember where from...
Once more, he decides to ignore it and return to his dorm - one that, ironically enough, he shared with Montressor.
Luckily enough, Montressor wasn't in their dorm just then. Most likely still in the dining hall.
That meant Prospero could finally have a moment of quiet peace, a rare occasion with his rather outgoing friend group.