"Come on, Professor! We're going to be late!" Luke had been rather pressed for time
this crisp, autumn morning; He failed to hear his alarm clock go off, and the Professor
was too caught up in his own studies to even notice that Luke wasn't up!
He scurried through the room, hastily collecting his notebooks and such, while Hershel
was busy preparing the frazzled boy's lunch.
The kindly professor laughed, "I'll be just a moment, my boy!" As Luke just finished
packing all of his school supplies, Professor Layton lightly jogged out of the kitchen
carrying Luke's lunch bag. The boy was standing impatiently beside the door, tapping his
foot in a fast rhythm. Hershel handed him the bag, slightly out of breath from the rush.
"Pssh, it's about time!" Luke muttered under his breath, but not so low that the
professor didn't catch it; he had never been the most patient one of the bunch.
The professor sighed and said, with a forgiving smile, "Now Luke, you know that a
gentleman would never use that sort of crude language…" The boy's eyes widened and
his gaze immediately fell to the floor, trying to avoid the Professor's stare.
"Gee, I'm sorry, Professor! It's just that-" Hershel laughed, though not cruelly, cutting
Luke off mid-sentence. He looked up at him, stuck somewhere between curiosity and
mild annoyance.
"Don't worry, my boy, I understand that you are in a hurry, and you needn't apologize
for trying to be right on time!" His eyes brightened as he held onto the professor's every
word, and his cute little smell crept onto his face. "Thanks, Professor!" Luke gasped as he
glanced down at his watch. "Aggh! It's almost time for school to start! I'll have to run to
get there in time!" Before Hershel could say anymore, Luke spun on his heels, and was
out the door.
"Haha!" The Professor laughed quietly to himself, silently shutting the door and
turning to face into his apartment, "That boy can be so eager at times…Now, where
exactly did I leave my tea?" He wondered aloud as his eyes scanned the room.
Finally, he spotted is favorite tea, Earl Grey, sitting on top of an old mahogany side
table, beside his favorite forest-green chair. "Ah, nothing like a fresh cup of Earl Grey to
refresh oneself in the morning…" He thought as he walked across the room towards his
beloved morning tea.
The professor was one of those people who notice, and ponder, every little detail: The
insignia on the side of his teacup, and what it could stand for, the birds (Robins, to be
exact) that were sitting outside of the living room window, singing their song, and…
Hershel gasped as he realized that Luke was in such a rush to leave for school, that he
forgot his jacket! He sighed and rubbed his forehead, "Some days, I swear, he does it on
purpose…"
He walked over to where the little yellow jacket was lying, and picked it up, all the
while eying it curiously. "Hmm…This reminds me of a…" He huffed impatiently,
temporarily loosing his train of thought as he thought of a clever puzzle.
"No, there's no time for that!" He looked out the window, seeing how busy the streets of
London were, and noticing that there was a storm fast approaching on the horizon. "I'll
have to drive to his school to give him his jacket..." He chuckled, as a humorous thought
popped in his head, "…Or risk getting soaked from the storm if I walk!"
He momentarily put thoughts of puzzles and such aside, as he grabbed his keys, and
headed out the door, clutching the jacket to his side.