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As the train ground into a halt, Leo snapped the book he was reading shut, and stowed it away in his bag. The young man had spent the entirety of his break in his family manor, which wasn't actually as lonely as it sounded; the manor was fairly large, and though his father and mother were oftentimes too busy to talk with him, his younger siblings were available and had much free time - as they reminded him constantly by way of their endless badgering. Not to mention that he finally got work on that cake recipe that he'd been itching to perfect since last year, with some help from the family housekeepers. 

Hauling his luggage, he stepped out of the train, his mind wandering to the incoming ceremony: The [i]sacramentum[/i]. It would be a lie to say he wasn't pensive about it, though he was probably less worried that most; though he was concerned about his incoming Familiar, he was fairly confident in his ability to get things done. Still, having someone he could cooperate with as a partner would certainly make things a lot easier for him. 

With a small grunt of effort, he hauled his luggage after him. To the average onlooker, the amount of things he had packed seemed a tad excessive, and Leo would have to disagree; while most people would consider bringing a small library of books, a kitchens worth of baking utensils, and nearly 40 kilograms of gym equipment as unnecessary, he considered it par the course. He knew what he was doing. In any case, he cared very little for the opinions of strangers.

It was when he began walking that he spied a familiar face in the crowd. Lilac de Blanc, the daughter of a minor noble house, and something of a passing acquaintance. Quite a feat that he spotted her amidst the crowd - the girl was short enough that every now and then she'd disappear under a crowd of people, much like a penguin being washed away helplessly by a strong wave. It appeared she was having trouble with her luggage - no surprise there; the de Blanc scion wasn't exactly someone he'd associate with the words 'physical fitness', a fact which did worry him. There were limits to how frail you could allow your body to be. He would admonish her neglect of her physical well-being later.

Right now, Leo figured he may as well offer his assistance. 

. . . well, at least he [i]planned[/i] to offer his assistance, when he was beaten to the punch by a bear. He frowned, wait, no that was rude. It was just a person that looked like a bear.

The bear person didn't seem to be aware as he bumped into Lilac, before his face suddenly contorted in an odd mix of fright and horror. How strange, was he afraid of Lilac?

He looked at the shorter girl closely. There was very little to be afraid of. In fact, Leo doubted she could pull off frightening even if she tried - she looked like a very small, very vulnerable blonde puppy, in his opinion. Well, maybe this other boy knew her better than he did. It wasn't an impossible that she had acquaintances that were aware of the girls darker side, on the unlikely chance that she possessed one.

Still, he may as well go anyway - the poor guy looked like he was going to have a heart-attack just standing there in front of her.

He frowned. This was a first - having to save the big scary muscly man from the tiny little girl.

"Hello Lilac, and good morning. I'm Leo, we've met before at one of your fathers functions?" he said sounding formal, before nodding to the other boy, hopefully putting him at ease with his presence. Though in all honesty, his presence wasn't the best thing to put people at ease; his high-class lineage and - admittedly - stiff bearing, not to mention a rather intimidating face that he just couldn't seem to pull out of a perpetual frown, weren't exactly a calming combination.

He turned to Clyde, "And morning to you as well. Leo de Coeur, and you are . . . ?" he said, extending his hand out in greetings.[/indent]
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