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sign_seeker"Will?"
Will pauses, letting his brother James go on ahead up the stairs. "Yes, Mum?"
Mrs Stanton, plump and usually cheerful, looks concerned as she puts a hand on the bannister and leans closer to her youngest son. "Is something wrong at school, Will? You've been almost moping, these last few days. You haven't had a fight with Angus or Dave, have you?"
"Oh, no." Will smiles at her -- smiles down at her, for in this last year he's grown quickly, and is now almost as tall as his eldest brother Stephen. "Nothing like that. I'm just worried a bit about final exams, is all. Just silliness really. Angus and I are studying together. I'm sure I'll do fine really."
"Oh, well." Mrs Stanton, relieved, ruffles his hair. "Get plenty of rest and I'm sure you'll feel better. Go on, up to bed."
Will makes a face at her and she laughs. He trots up the stairs to his attic, calling a good night to James and Mary as he passes their rooms. His room is small and homey, filled with books and model ships and childhood treasures like polished stones and bits of driftwood; the walls are covered in framed pictures. An ancient, tiny horn sits on a shelf, and a long-dried and half-forgotten sprig of holly is pinned over the skylight. Will changes into his pyjamas, cleans his teeth, and turns the light out after a few minutes of reading in bed.
In the darkness, he stares at the ceiling, and his gaze is not entirely that of a fifteen-year-old. He thinks of duty, and of control, and (with reluctant pleasure) of kissing Luna. It is a long time before he falls asleep.
[OOC: Posting from a library computer. Oh, I am addicted.]
Will pauses, letting his brother James go on ahead up the stairs. "Yes, Mum?"
Mrs Stanton, plump and usually cheerful, looks concerned as she puts a hand on the bannister and leans closer to her youngest son. "Is something wrong at school, Will? You've been almost moping, these last few days. You haven't had a fight with Angus or Dave, have you?"
"Oh, no." Will smiles at her -- smiles down at her, for in this last year he's grown quickly, and is now almost as tall as his eldest brother Stephen. "Nothing like that. I'm just worried a bit about final exams, is all. Just silliness really. Angus and I are studying together. I'm sure I'll do fine really."
"Oh, well." Mrs Stanton, relieved, ruffles his hair. "Get plenty of rest and I'm sure you'll feel better. Go on, up to bed."
Will makes a face at her and she laughs. He trots up the stairs to his attic, calling a good night to James and Mary as he passes their rooms. His room is small and homey, filled with books and model ships and childhood treasures like polished stones and bits of driftwood; the walls are covered in framed pictures. An ancient, tiny horn sits on a shelf, and a long-dried and half-forgotten sprig of holly is pinned over the skylight. Will changes into his pyjamas, cleans his teeth, and turns the light out after a few minutes of reading in bed.
In the darkness, he stares at the ceiling, and his gaze is not entirely that of a fifteen-year-old. He thinks of duty, and of control, and (with reluctant pleasure) of kissing Luna. It is a long time before he falls asleep.
[OOC: Posting from a library computer. Oh, I am addicted.]
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