Not all that glistens and glimmers is gold.
His footsteps echoed in the empty halls.
Boarding school wasn't was his parents had promised him. It was exactly, however, like university, meaning that he had a head-start to this, 'Staying on the premises' and, 'Living away from parents' commotion.
"Eric!" His girlfriend's sweet voice filled his ears. "Eric, have you heard? Mr. Nightingale's lung collapsed!" Her voice trembled, her hair falling on to her face as she widened her eyes.
"Lily, I'm sure he'll be fine." Eric reassured. He turned to face her, cupping her cheek, playing a soft smile on his lips. "The medical technology is far, far more advanced than ten years ago. They'll find a way to help him."
"You really think so?" She asked, breathing a sigh of relief. Holding onto Eric's hand, she began to walk with him.
"Of course." He said, simply. "Lily, what are you doing here anyway? You know this school doesn't accept females, and with the war going on, there's a lesser known chance of females being accepted." His eyebrows knit in confusion.
"You say that, forgetting completely that Charlotte also goes here." She folded her arms over her chest and let out a soft, 'Hmph' sound, turning her face away from him.
"From what I know, my dear," he gripped her arm and tried to get her to look at him. "Charlotte only goes here because she's the daughter of the headmaster. I don't think she has any intention of learning anything. Don't talk nonsense!"
"What do you mean? Are you saying females can't have the fancy-dancy jobs?" She asked, visibly getting irate.
"Well, of course, you need an education for that." He stated in a very "matter-of-fact' manner.
"All right then!" Lily sped her walking speed and left to go down the stairs which were right in front of Eric.