Tee Florenceの小説

"What's with the face? Dravenmoor's most intelligent.” Lucien looked up from his plate. Finn was staring at him from across the dining table, chin propped on his fist, the picture of concern and amusement at the same time."I'm fine.""You look really bothered.”Lucien stared down at his plate, was it that obvious? With a sigh he put his fork down. The dining hall was loud around them — plates clattering, conversations overlapping. Every table had the same topic so Lucien could hear pieces of it floating from every direction.“The Choosing finally holds tonight. In the attic.”"I don't really get why I was eliminated.”Finn's face shifted. "Luc—""I signed up, I went through all three trials, even against all odds but finally I got eliminated. I will do anything to give this choosing a chance. I need it for my mother.”"I understand you, easy though it isn't the end of the world."Finn."Finn swallowed his words. He watched Lucien push food around his plate for a moment then leaned

The field behind Dravenmoor's dodgeball didn't look like much on a regular day — stretch of open ground, tree line at the far end, sky too wide and too grey above it.Today it looked like a warzone.Fifty, maybe sixty students spread across the grass in training gear, some already mid-drill, others stretching in clusters. A panel of three judges sat elevated on a platform at the far end, clipboards out, faces unreadable. Banners marked the trial zones. A large board on the right listed names — candidates already signed and numbered.Lucien stood at the registration table with a paper in his hand. The registrar looked at the form. Looked at Lucien then looked back at the form."Lucien Thorne." She said, her nose wrinkling. "Scholarship. Omega designation.""That's correct." She ran her eyes over him but stamped it anyway.He turned around and took a deep breath. A few heads had turned. Then a few more."Is that — wait, is that the omega kid?""The scholarship one?"Someone laughed, s

“Lucien Thorne.” Lucien sat across from Mrs. Aldric, hands flat on his thighs, back straight. He tapped his feet repeatedly on the floor. "Your mother was admitted three days ago." Mrs. Aldric slid a paper across the desk glancing at Lucien. "The hospital contacted us as her next listed institution."Lucien's hand shook as he reached for the papper. "The cost of her treatment—" Mrs. Aldric paused. "It's substantial, Lucien. Your scholarship covers your tuition. Nothing beyond that."Lucien's eyes teared up; his mother had worked double shifts at the laundry for three years straight to get him here. Packed his lunch the morning of his scholarship exam like it was any other morning, kissed his forehead, told him to write with his whole chest. She never told him how much she was carrying so he wouldn't carry it with him into that exam hall.And now she was in a hospital bed and he was sitting in a chair all because of her sweat. "Is there any—" His voice cracked. He cleared his thro

“Detention!”Mr. Finrar's finger jabbed at the door like it had personally offended him. "Out! Detention room. Now!"Lucien went first. Xavier followed, releasing his collar like he was dropping something that bored him, brushing his shirt like the whole thing had been mildly inconvenient.The detention room was three doors down — small, cold, two rows of desks facing a board nobody ever wrote on. Mr. Finrar pointed at two seats beside each other and crossed his arms.Neither of them sat. Mr. Finrar's eye twitched. "Sit. Down."Lucien sat but Xavier didn't."Mr. Lockwood."Xavier pulled the chair out slowly, made a whole performance of it, then dropped into it like he was carrying the weight of the whole world.Lucien stared straight ahead. He could feel Xavier beside him — the heat, the stillness, the way the whole room seemed to rearrange itself around him. He felt a small pain by his neck where he was marked in the dream. He hated it, he hated that his body always had to react sepa

“Hey, nerd!”Lucien trembled at the weight of the familiar voice even from its distance."Answer me!” The voice sounded closer with heavy footsteps. Lucien’s breathing hardened whilst he splashed a handful of water over his stinging face. The plan was to act oblivious.However, before the water could settle on Lucien’s face—strong hands gripped his backpack, shoving him away from the sink. The restroom heavy with the sound of rushing water and Lucien’s rapid breath.“Xa—avier,” Lucien stuttered. “You didn’t hear me, huh?” Xavier growled. He trapped Lucien to the wall, his huge figure hovering over him.“I—I swear, I didn’t. I swear it.”Xavier glared at Lucien unsure of what to do to him. He was many things but a bully, the sudden urge to chase after someone blindly started when he first picked up Lucien’s scent. He darted his eyes over Lucien’s face wondering why he always felt a pull towards him, to mark him.“I swear upon your wolf, I didn’t.” Lucien raised his hands in surrender,