Percival R. Pelacour was not one to chew the scenery. He paid little attention to the swirl of greens and browns and reds outside the window, nor was he particularly bothered by the occasional bumps and grumbles as the car his family arranged for him- and what a nice car it was!- passed over the occasional rough patch that came up in the path. No. He was preoccupied with far more important matters. Copper head bowed over his phone, Percival fiddled with the various tabs and sites charts he had open, pausing once or twice to shake his head or give a low curse as something or other malfunctioned. He had been working on the charts for a few hours by now (because [i]someone[/i] was too damn lazy to give him a hand with the arrangements), but had been able to move onto the finishing details by the time his ride had dropped by to pick him up.

Grinning broadly to himself, he swiped his finger across the screen, giving the last touches with a flourish- only a moment before the driver announced that they had arrived. Perfect.

“Thanks, Marty.” The driver’s actual name was actually a mess of syllables and pronunciations that Percival struggled to get out at once, so he decided to give the closest shortest approximation of the name possible. Which just happened to be Marty. A good name. Wholesome. Just like how he assumed Marty was, even if the guy hadn’t spoken more than five words the entire journey. In appreciation, Percival produced a few crisp bills from his pockets, handed it over to Marty, and cheerfully entered the school with his things in tow. 

The woman at front had just about as much bedside manner as Marty, or so the Pelacour son soon discovered. Percival thought that they would make a great couple, bonding over their shared “my job is a living hell” sort of vibe. The secretary, on the other hand, didn’t take much time in musings- instead pushing a stack of papers at him, telling that his luggage would be taken to his room, and instructing him to find the common room before ushering him out. 

It was a short walk to get to where he was going, and as luck would have it, it seemed that the assembly hadn’t started yet. Even more lucky, he quickly caught sight of two of his fellow Council kids right off the bat. Apparently just in the process of getting separated after getting caught up in the good ol’ family way. Percival grinned, waved at them until he was sure that they had seen, then bounced over to one of the kids sitting by himself- and was wearing a tux, for whatever reason. Not that Percy was judging, of course. Rolling his shoulders, he leapt over to the boy’s table, canary coat fluttering behind him like a cape.

“Hey there, Bond.” He swept one of the chairs out, plunked into it, then scooted up to the table. “You know how long those two kids up at the front were going at it? Percival Pelacour, by the way, at your service.” With that, Percival gave a lopsided smile, sticking his arm across the table for the boy to shake. 


He wouldn’t be too surprised if he recognized the name. Hard not to, these days. But Percival didn’t particularly care if he did.
 
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