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Vinegar Tom
"Well I had to leave since some silly ponce decided to do away with the whole insitution via a pathetic inferno. You know, I feel as though the teachers could have saved it, but chose not to. I never really put much thought into it I suppose - don't look a gift horse and all that rot." Chaucer gave a little sniffle before continuing. "A prefect I knew very well, though why he was so darned impressionable I'll never know, decided that 'twere better the school burn than left to stand after he failed his NEWTS. Wasn't handsome enough to get into that modelling job I mentioned in passing. Surprised he hasn't sent me a howler yet." There was no more juice in the goblet, but it seemed like a good point to take a sip anyway, so sip Chaucer did. He never did like that old School for Extraordinarily Handsome Gentlemen... but wait, was that the name? Well, it might as well have been he thought lazily.
"Well, I suppose that's as good as any reason to forsake an establishment." Severia said as she watched Chaucer take a sip from his goblet.
"But I'm afraid I must disagree with you for the first time since we've met." A nice pause for dramatic effect seemed appropriate. That should suffice.
"Iago had his reasons for being evil. In Othello." She said with a smirk. She understood evil far to well for a girl of only eleven. But how could she not, with the family she came from.