Hoen let out a brief sigh of relief as he grabbed his backpack, the weekend was beginning and he was glad to have the break from this place. Steel grey orbs shifted from one side to the other as Hoen's gaze absorbed his surroundings, around him several of his grade 10 classmates hurried frantically to gather their items and rush to their waiting parents. [i]"Pfft."[/i] Hoenhime huffed at the air. Something about the scene bothered him, sliding his slender pale hands into his pockets he shifted through the halls at a slow leisurely pace.

Suddenly a tap on his shoulder caused Hoen to straighten his back and turn to meet the disturbance, it was Jonathan, the 'ace' of his class. Hoen didn't have a particular liking of Jonathan, a few times he had approached Hoen in regards to cases where Hoen had upset others. Such a nosey and bothersome person he was, "What do you want?" Hoenhime offered coldly.

"Well, I heard a rumour that you got one of those weird old parchments... is that true?" Jonathan responded.

"And if it is?"

"I got one as well not long ago, but it had an odd note with it. I was wondering if you knew anything more about them?" Jonathan asked in a friendly tone.

"A note? Mine was found just as is. Regardless I know don't anything. Is that all?" Hoenhime asked in reply seeming impatient. In actuality he had as much time as he wanted, however, Hoen found acting impatient made others uncomfortable and he didn't mind leaving such an impression on Jonathan.

"Actually, something about my parchment got me thinking... I wanted to arrange a little get together with everyone who got one to try and see if we could figure anything out about them." Jonathan responded with a smile. He was quite a patient person to no be discouraged by Hoen's attitude.

"I'll pass." Hoenhime responded flatly.

"Oh come on, aren't you curious about what the parchments mean? Clearly someone went to a lot of effort to get the paper looking so old and I bet there is something to them!" Jonathan insisted in protest.

"I have no interest in chasing some stupid riddle. But if it'll get you to leave me alone, I'll just give you the piece of junk." Hoenhime offered in return.

A sly smile fell across Jonathan's face, one that made Hoen feel uncomfortable. "Great! Drop it off behind the gym here at school tomorrow around 2PM yeah?!"

"What n-" Hoenhime was cut off.

"Great thanks! See ya' there! I'll be waiting! Remember, behind the gym at 2!" Jonathan shouted as he distanced himself from Hoenhime.

Hoen moved to pursue the charismatic 'ace', but stopped when he noticed Jonathan was already talking to another person, Sarah Smith, the gossip queen from one of the other year ten class groups. Hoen let out a sigh, he wasn't keen on having another run in with Sarah, they weren't exactly on the best of terms. She had tried to get close to Hoen once when she heard his family was rich, assuming having a rich friend would make her more popular, the relationship was short lived when Hoen told her she talks too much about useless 'crap' as he had said it. Never the less, they have been at odds ever since. Hoen shrugged his shoulders as he turned his back on the pair and continued his route out of the building, continuing his journey he stopped only to sip from the drinking fountain. As he followed that familiar route home Hoen felt displeased, he'd managed to avoid his brothers this morning, it was a great start to his day he thought, but there was no avoiding their smug gaze when ever he returned home from school. "Oh well..." Hoen muttered to himself while keeping his relaxed pace.