[h3]Konrad[/h3]

Konrad frowned; he was late, but that wasn’t what was bothering him, rather why did he even have to go to this school in the first place? Sure his mother said it would teach him what he needed to know, but really what more could they teach him? He already knew how to muck out stables, what to feed the horses, much of cat etiquette, and all sorts of useful stuff like that, not to mention his knack for creating things, so why did he have to go here? Talking of creating things Konrad was busy fiddling with copper wire and some bells, threading the bells onto loops of wire and weaving them in with other loops. “Sir? We’re here.” The driver jolted Konrad out of his thoughts. Looking up he spotted the school, small but pretty, or that’s what his mother would have said, Konrad himself reckoned the school looked like a nice enough place, somewhere that would be good for causing mischief. 

Clambering out of the car, he realized, quite suddenly, that he was late. [i]Not[/i] a good first impression, …but he would live. Grabbing his bags, all three of them, and his collapsible ‘workshop’, Konrad thanked the driver, and shooed him off, before heading up towards the school, hoping secretly that he wasn’t [i]too[/i] late. It totally wasn’t his fault that the dogs had gotten lose and he was a mud monster by the time they were caught. No it totally wasn’t his fault that the night before he had tested out his self-unlocking latch on the dog kennels. Nope not his fault, not his fault at all. Climbing a stair case he followed the sound of voices, managing to move all his stuff, [i]and[/i] keep tinkering with the wire and bells.