"Hey, Fenturd!"
"Yeah, Dashy-boo?" The jock blinked.
"H-huh?" Was that a voice crack? Oh how he wished he had a voice recorder.
"My summer was quite fine, boo. I'm hoping it lasts a few more seconds, sweetie-"gag."-pie" Don't laugh, don't smile, don't give it away. Don't hum 'Let It Go'.
Said jock continued to say nothing, mouth opening and closing with eyes wide and confused. Almost all colour had drained from the leader of the A-listers. What a funny thing to see. Almost like an angler fish on land in the sun.
That was the first time Danny called him that. And by the sputtering of Paulina who happened to be nearby, very shocking. Good. Quickly as he could, he slipped by the group of A-listers, ignoring the snickering of his dear friends. Dash would not expect it and that's what Danny was counting on for a normal day in school. Well, at least until recess break. But then he had more words and nicknames to try on the jock. Tucker and Sam had helped him in coming up with names far more scarring than "Dashy-boo"
It was only as he entered the classroom did he hear the loud "Fentoad!" echo in the hallways as the first bell rang. With ease he slid into his seat, Mr. Lancer already in the class.
"Early, Mr. Fenton?"
"I do try, Mr. Lancer." The balding teacher nodded.
"That's all I ever want."
Students slowly began to trickle in, mass hordes of children trying to get in before the second bell.
And school started, once again.
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"Grooooaaan."
"You know that's not how you say it. From the top now."
"Oh come on Andrew, with all the mess ups I made I'd of think I needed a break." Andrew paused, a flash card half lifted.
"You haven't even said 'Hello' properly." He raised an eyebrow, looking scarily like one of his friends when they questioned why he was chewing on ghostnip. The currently human Danny pouted before sighing as the GhostWriters eyes sharpened.
"Fine. Bello."
"Add a bit less of an accent." Danny grumbled, but continued.
"O-othello."
"That's an instrument."
"Dammit." A book connected with his head with a 'thunk.'
"Language. How is it that you know that and yet cannot even say the simple word that our weakest can say?"
Danny frowned rubbing his head. He had expected this, he asked for it in the first place.
"...didn't mean to." Andrew paused, a hand halfway in picking up a mug. The ghost sighed, tail flickering as he moved away from Danny. Closing his eyes he hummed, ignoring the halfa's curious looks.
"Mayhaps I am teaching you wrong." There was only so many halflings as this one and despite his vast library he did not know much of that was almost nonexistent. Teaching things that a ghost normally knew the moment they are formed in Evermore was a challenge, even for him. (Formalities, rules, history...though that seemed to be handled by Clockwork of all ghosts. Nearly gave himself a heart attack the moment he learned that Danny was a friend of the old ancient.) Now, unless there was some odd alternate Universe, (and oh, he should stop, else he be forever ranting.) then Andrew would admit he was learning this as much as Danny was.
With a mental shake the ghostwriter turned to a shelf nearby, looking through the books. He blinked, as books materialized while others vanished, titles and authors flicking through his mind, giving him a brief thought to what he needed or wanted.
Occasionally the writer would pick up a book before putting it back. Danny watched this with a curious gaze, pencil slowly flipping through his fingers, language lessons temporarily forgotten. He had seen this happen a few times but it was still cool to watch no matter what.
A ghost in their element or territory always had the advantage, no matter the strength of the ghost themselves. And honestly-a book lazily floated over to where the half's sat, in a language that looked vaguely like Latin-a set dimension under the command of a single ghost could be pretty terrifying. (But he trusted Andrew, and Andrew him.)
A triumphant hum snapped Danny out of his wandering thoughts and a small book was dropped on the table.
"Here." This book didn't have a title, though it looked quite new. Danny carefully picked it up and opened it. Scribbles, indecipherable yet it seemed the longer he looked at it, the easier he understood it. Blue eyes looked questionable. Andrew gave a confirmation.
"This is a book pertaining to our language. I had forgotten I had once tried to write it down in an attempt to make a written form. Perhaps this will take your interest more so than my teachings." Andrew was a Writer after all, not a teacher and though he had agreed to help the boy there was only so much the legless ghost could do.
Danny blinked before going with it and looking down at its pages. His vision swam as what seemed like mere scratchings formed into understood words. It was like a mini dictionary full of random notes telling of tone and hows and whys. It was genuinely interesting to Danny. Being able to see what was being talked about helped as well.
He flipped a few more pages, curiousity spiked.
"Huh…"
Not only were there lessons in the words, there were stories. Reasons why a word was a word, why one was more formal or casual, brief snippets of the history to a sentence or sound. He would never admit it, but Danny was fascinated. Not that he needed to, the look in his eyes was all that was needed.
Andrew smiled, happy to see Danny finally get fully interested in the work, lost already to the words he wrote mouthing out the words he was struggling so hard to learn just a few minutes ago.
It would be an hour before Danny stopped, having been told by the ghostwriter about time being up for tutoring. The halfa took the book home with him, an excited glimmer in his eyes and a happy sway of his tail. Andrew took that as mission accomplished.
(If his sister gave him a bemused look full of small surprise, he didn't notice, too engrossed with this one word that told him how to insult so specifically that it was likely to make even Vlad blush bright red.)
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A/N:
Honest I'm not sure how much to go with this. The idea came and I love it but I also don't know how to get to a certain point hmmm. Any ideas my dear readers? Well, those that are still here at least.