The front door of the 300 year old house slamed shut as a young man, no more than 21 raced in, news paper under his arm.
"Mum! Dad!" he yelled, iggnoring the servants and heading into his father's study halting in his tracks when his mother, still beautiful though getting on in years gave a suprised yelp and jumped off his father's lap.
"Arn't you suppost to be at college?" She said, almost snapping. Young Will Roxton, future Lord Roxton just grinned at his mother's embarassment. It wasn't considered "the thing" for two people to be as in love as his parents were, espically at their age, but his parents had never been "normal" people.
"Not anymore....I...I droped out." he said. The entire way home from Cambridge, he had been debating who he should be more afraid of, his mother who had been adament about his education, or his father, who was far far more "understanding" but still insisted he go. Problem was his fater, despite being in his forty's could do a lot more damage. Then again knowing his mother...Shaking off the train of thought he slapped down a paper on his fathers desk. Headline read:
SEPTEMBER 3rd
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Britain, France, Australia, and New Zealand declare war on Germany!
Marguerite immedately paled. The last world war was still fresh in her memory...those expierances weren't ones she wished on her son. "And just what does this have to do with your education?" she said as John reached over to squeeze her hand.
"Well..a bunch of the boys joined up..."
"Will..you didn't...how could you...!"
"How could I not?! The Germans already invaded Poland, completely took over Czechoslovakia and alied themselves with Italy. I thought you'd be proud of me."
"You don't kno-"
"Sweetheart...." John interupted before his wife went off on one of her famous tirrads. "He's a grown man. We can't stop him, espicially if he's already enrolled. I just hope you know what you're doing." he directed twords his son. He knew just what his wife went through during the Great War and although he didn't show it in the same way, he felt a pit of fear in his stomach for his son.
Will looked at his mother, then his father. "I have to report for training and assignment in 3 days..."
Marguerite just looked at her husband, then the younger version of him and walked out of the study.
