Hello! This is the beginning of my new story! It's set in south-east England, somewhere in the countryside, and i just thought it'd be funny to get away from America for a bit. So I hope you enjoy Lupine Academy!
The friction of the tyres against the gravel driveway made the sleek, black Mercedes vibrate slightly as it pulled up to the gate of the looming 19th Century Victorian building. 'Lupine Academy'. The letters formed in harsh, black iron across the arch of the gate, realisation hitting Alec that this was where he was going to be for the next year.
A deep voice perfectly matching his well-built physique said, "Buck up! It won't be that bad. Besides, you've got us!" Yes, he had his siblings, but they were the type of kids to go from zero to the most popular people in the school in a matter of seconds. They walked around with confidence and the allure of money, the only thing that mattered in a boarding school for rich kids in the middle of nowhere, oozed out of them.
He tried to look confident, he tried. But amongst the hundreds of heads chattering excitedly, he felt as if even attempting to speak to any of them would result in immediate slander. Jace, of course, was already flashing his crafted smile at any girl he could see, and Isabelle's dark hair swished in time to her hips, she also glancing at every boy walking past. Alec stared at the ground. The boys would beat him up if he were caught looking, and the girls weren't interesting.
There was nothing he could do.
Magnus' long legs were good in a situation like this. He had approximately 9 and a half minutes until the gates would be locked, and he would not be able to get into the school without having to phone in. Which of course would be fine if he had a phone, or at least the money for a payphone. He didn't. Sprinting through small crowds of people swarming out of the tiny train station, the coloured boy shouted apologies to the people behind him and muttered obscenities to himself.
As he approached the school he could see the gates about to be shut, and taking one last leaping stride towards the opening, he slid in through the gap, hair only slightly mussed by the wind. This earned him a quiet round of applause from the amused onlookers, and as the comedian he was, he took an exaggerated bow.
"Just in the nick of time, eh?" A boy, shorter than Magnus called over to him. He had short black hair and blue eyes, normally his favourite combination and he could see himself messing around in the future, depending on how stuck up the school was.
"Nearly broke a leg tryn'a get here on time!" His east London accent coming on thinner than he was used too, but still contrasting with the posh voices surrounding him.
"Oh! Scholarship boy?"
"How could ya tell?" The tan boy flashed him a grin stating that he wasn't offended at the judgement.
"I think you know." He already liked this boy, "Herondale, Will Herondale. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I have a feeling we'll be fast friends."
"Magnus Bane, and I'm beginnin' to think the same thing." And off they strode into the building, ready for assembly.
