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[color=00aeef]Location: Headmaster's office,St-Eustache school for the enlightened [/color]
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Edward gave an appreciate nod to them room's furnishing as he sat down, setting his cane aside, clearly lord Poe was a man of good taste but also studious and methodical.
He reached out for a teacup before hesitating slightly mid-move then ,in a determined motion, grabbing the tea cup with his gloved hand. He poured himself a cup adding in a generous portion of honey and milk before giving it a taste. 
It was a fine brew with little hints of tea's natural bitterness even without the later additives but life is meant to be enjoyed, what's the point of titles and fiefs if one is forced to drink bitter tea? 
He looked around at the two figures beside him, appreciating one for her fine manners, frowning at the other. He certainly dressed like a man, rabble at that, but had this oddness to him that young lord Blackmore could not figure out. The man's fidgeting also suggested a less than righteous upbringing or profession as it is typical for their kind. 
Thus he subtly shifted in his seat to steer himself away from the latter 
 
The scion of Blackmore listened to Lady Nightingale's words with curiosity, wandering where he had heard such a name before until "Latimer" came up. 
He spoke after she had finished for it was improper to interrupt a lady, well ex-lady: 
"My condolences about your father, A true shame what happened to him. Lord Edward Blackmore, of Haydon. I presume my father's letter has found you in good health my Lord Poe."
He spoke in the controlled tone of high society but had a certain stiffness in his voice, an unfamiliarity. 
"This establishment is truly fortunate have a man of your caliber as its head" continued the man with a courteous smile. "As for my ability It is to hold dominion over ice and snow." Before lifting a finger and manifesting a small feather of crystalline ice with all its aspects rendered in meticulous detail from barb to vane.

This was more addressed to the two figures in the room as his father had surely already explained his blessing or "abnormally" (in that bore's words) to the headmaster but one never knows.