I'm back with a longer piece! Yeah! Still not owning the show though! All my sword fighting knowledge comes from Jane and the dragon or Steven's Universe … so it may not be complete or really accurate!

"Alright, squires! I will be all for today practise. Keep in mind the basics we learn today: keep a good grip on your sword, always look in your opponent's eyes… Mr. Weasley, please contain yourself, there's nothing funny, here! For the rest of you … remember, balance is the key! I also expect you all to read chapters 1 and 2 before next week. Class dismisses!"

What an interesting afternoon! Half-an-hour later, Jane was still hitting the practice dummy. She knew she should have left the yard by now, but she was still on such a high! It was a shame practise only last three hours!

"Your striking angle is all wrong," she heard say a voice in her blind spot.

"Oh really? And how would you know?" she said sarcastically replied.

"This is the right angle" he archly said while demonstrating. "Everybody's knows that"

"And who made you such an expert? Last time I checked, we're in the same class and we haven't covered this yet," she said sharply.

"I'm only stuck in the beginners class because Sir Theodore wouldn't have it any other way. I shouldn't really… When I think about all those private lessons… All that and I'm still surrounded by amateurs…"

Jane rolled her eyes at his complains. She wasn't a very patient person, and Gunther Breech has been pushing her limits all day. Granted, he had been nicer than the other boys who made obscene gestures whenever Sir Theodore couldn't see them, but he hadn't exactly been nice either!

"Poor little thing! I am sure your parents are going to buy you a medal for such an exploit as enduring us, poor commoners!"

He dismissed her respond with a haughty laugh. "Anyway, I need to go and you need to hit the shower! Who would have thought such a small girl would stink so much!" he added flapping his hand in front of his nose.

As he turned around and left, Jane was left angrily looking for a comeback.

"Well, my feet still stink less than your footwork!"

He stopped in his tracks. "Getting desperate, are we? I let you know that my footwork doesn't need any improvement!"

"Let's see about that!" she murmured before tackling him down from behind. "See! A small girl wouldn't be able to knock you out your feet if your balance was that great!"

"You got me by surprise, cheater!"

As they were still fighting on the yard soil, a dark shadow overcome them.

"Boy! Had not I asked you to be at home by five?"

Gunther instantly got on his feet and answered in a small voice, lowering his head. "Yes, Father, you did."

"Then why it's five ten and you're still here?"

Gunther opened his mouth in defeat, only to be preceded by an overeager Jane.

"It's my fault, Sir. I'm the one who keeps asking him questions and suggests we compare our skills."

The man didn't ever look at Jane.

"Boy, you are lucky your mother left you some money for your personal's activity. If it were only up to me, I would have cured you from your childish behaviours a long time ago… Anyway, I still have a small affair to take care of. I expect you to be in the car when I came back. As for you Miss Turnkey … please excuse my son's lack of chivalry. He should know better than to trip a young girl."

The fancy fat man turned on his heels with a surprising ability considering his imposing stomach and left through the castle's door.

Jane got herself up, fuming. How could he? She was winning this fight before he rudely interrupted them! She turned and fall face-to-face with her adversary.

"A word of advice if you really want to make your place here: learn to mind your own beeswax!"

"The journey is going to be harder than I imagined," she thought as she watched the black-haired boy cross the yard.

"Is he always that grumpy?" Jane jumped up. Once again, she didn't see the blue-clad boy coming.

"Who? Gunther or his father?"

"Both of them, I guess."

"Well… I had never interact much with them before," she said pensively. "But now that I come to think of it, I don't think I even saw Mr. Breeches smile in all my life! As for Gunther, he can be okay, I guess … when he decides not to act like a beef brain…"

"How often does that happened?"

"Not enough, if you ask me!" she answered, smiling. "I suppose you will find out for yourself. My father said you are the new court fool, right?"

'Right you are! ' he answered with a little bow. "To answer your question, so far, everyone is pretty much ignoring me. Can't say I'm blaming them. I do have an hack for blending in my environment."

'Blending in?' she said, raising an eyebrow at him. "You're wearing a hat that giggles! And an old-fashioned suit with weird puzzle pattern!"

"Ha! Lovely, is it?" she gave him an incredulous face. "Is it the perfect outfit to represent the puzzle that is a medieval time? Anyway, it's amazing how many people wouldn't notice what is right in front of them…"

Jane took a time to take the last sentence in. "I supposed you're right."

"You will find me to be often right, indeed."

"Alright, Mr. Right!" she added, rolling her eyes at him.

"Mr. Right?" he flashed her a bright smile.

Jane couldn't quite identify the look on his face. It made her feel slightly uncomfortable. Not badly uncomfortable, but still… He must have felt it too because he cleared his throat before moving on.

"What about you call me Jester instead?" he said while clapping his hands once.

"Jester? Your parents called you Jester?"

"Uh, no. Let's call it my artist's name."

"Your artist name? Really? Look who's taking himself seriously!"

"I never take myself seriously," he explained in a professor-like tone. "It kills the comedy. Although, I do take my job pretty seriously. Being funny requires more work than what people think."

"So it is becoming a knight! I wish everybody would take me more seriously!"

"They will. Give it time. Rome wasn't built in one day, you know."

"Thank you. Now I just have to convince the rest of the world!"

"Take it one person at the time… I will only take you like 7 Billion days…"

"Gee, thanks! That's encouraging!" she said, rolling her eyes.

"No problems, my dear lady knight! You can always count on me for encouragement. I think we are about to become great friends!"

"Not if you keep calling me that, we don't!" she answered, punching his arm. "I really must get going. Thanks again!"

He looked at her disappearing form, his hand resting where his arm was still hurting.