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Room 504, Sunday Morning
Nov. 13th, 2011 10:04 amWesley had a lot of work to do, and he didn't have time to see why people outside were making so much noise. He had to read Gunderson's entire text by morning, plus write his father a letter and prepare for his exam on Tuesday.
He sat at his desk, steadily working his way through a passage about vampires' strategic torture methods. It certainly wasn't particularly light reading, but -- as he adjusted his Watchers' Academy uniform-issue tie and squinted down at the big words -- he had to get through it if he wanted to be a Watcher someday and impress Father. Maybe if he did that, once he grew up and came home on vacations, he wouldn't be a disappointment anymore and Father wouldn't have him sleep under the stairs.
[[Door cracked, post open.]]
He sat at his desk, steadily working his way through a passage about vampires' strategic torture methods. It certainly wasn't particularly light reading, but -- as he adjusted his Watchers' Academy uniform-issue tie and squinted down at the big words -- he had to get through it if he wanted to be a Watcher someday and impress Father. Maybe if he did that, once he grew up and came home on vacations, he wouldn't be a disappointment anymore and Father wouldn't have him sleep under the stairs.
[[Door cracked, post open.]]
