~Chapter 1: Fresh~
The halls of the Iscariot orphanage were filled with a merry sound of girls gossiping and people happily chatting. Alexander Anderson waltzed happily down the walls, admiring the wonderful air surrounding that mornings aura.
He felt it to be a special day. Although he treasured each individual day as it came, he knew there was something important about this day. He just couldn't happen to place the date just yet.
"Father Anderson." A familiar voice called him out of his musings and he turned around, facing the familiar ten year old face of Enrico Maxwell.
"Ay' lad?" Alex smiled at him, trying to get one out of the boy. He'd made it his mission to make him smile just once.
"You shall accompany me to the library." Enrico stood with his shoulders down and back and his back straight, asserting himself in front of the much larger male.
"Oh?" Alex was slightly amused, "I thought you did'nae' want any friends?"
Enrico huffed and a small redness came to his cheeks before he pouted and shook it away.
"I do not care for such attachments. I merely need an escort to help me reach the higher shelves." He made his excuses and Alex knew if he teased him any more the boy would probably file a complaint and waste the nuns times with his rantings. Alex chuckled and walked towards the library slowly.
"Well of course Enrico, I'd be happy to."
Alex listened intently, his sharp hearing catching Maxwell' small cough to clear his throat, his nose inhaling sharply to gather courage and those small, precious words whispered up to Anderson.
"Thank you."
Alex turned his head and gazed down at the boy who looked straight ahead.
"Ay'." Was all the priest said, before turning his attention back as they walked through the large doors of the library.
"And I wasn't asking before." Maxwell grunted, having to always have the last word.