"I welcome you all here, dear students! So... how many of you younglings came the first time in the Capital?"
Harvey squinted, this was the same young man he had met yesterday, and how this one was teaching him Limits.
"If x approaches to a constant a, then we can say that function of x will approach to limit L," Harvey was silently swooning over the classroom, eyes fleeting over the huge stacks of books- this classroom had book shelves instead of walls.
"Often we get a form like zero upon zero. Any idea what is this called?"
Harvey raised his hand. "Indeterminate form."
"Excellent, lad!"
Harvey remained stoic, and focussed on the teacher in front of him, drawing a parabolic curve on the black board.
An hour and a set of questions later, the teacher finally let them off. And Harvey took this chance.
"Sir, do you remember me?"
"Oh the boy from last night, yes?" The young man smiled.
"I need to find the Surgery department. Could you give directions to me?"
"Well lad, it's a separate building altogether you see. North of the infirmary wing."
"I am obliged, Sir. Thank you a ton." Harvey nodded graciously, turning away, hot on his heels to find this Michael and end the godforsaken engagement for once and for all.
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"What do you mean which Michael?" The son of Goldshaws furrowed his brows, when the dormitory warden asked him, "Which Michael?"
"There are three Michaels, in particular. Michael Bennet, Michael Fletcher and Michael Adamson."
"Fletcher, Michael Fletcher please." Harvey replied, losing his patience.
"Which one again?"
"Michael Fletcher, the one from Hemfordshire."
"Oh... he's busy right now. Come again at night."
Harvey clicked his tongue. "But I need to see him!"
"Oh well, he is seeing sick people right now. Go away lad!" The warden stood up, his fat belly making Harvey take three steps backward automatically.
"Fine, I'll come back tomorrow!" Harvey muttered quite angrily, stomping off to the huge library for some peace.
Drusilla loved Michael, a little too much. Love always ended up making people weak. This thought made Harvey grimace. He wouldn't let his sister end up in a broken, faithless marriage and be left alone with her children after, while Michael wooed women from wealthy backgrounds.
Drusilla's beauty was unparalleled, and Harvey wasn't biased for his sister. It would be Michael's loss for all he knew.
There are plenty of fish in the sea anyway, might as well catch a golden one this time. Harvey was busy thinking such stuff, while staring absentmindedly at a book of Plane trigonometry, that he didn't notice someone had been sitting beside him for long now.
The library had small desks between the shelves of books, for two students to sit and read quite comfortably, but Harvey liked to be alone.
"No Frank, I won't lie," the voice was very soft, and soothing.
Actually, there were two people- one sitting and the other one standing beside him.
"I beg you, mate! Just cook up sommet and toss it it, and sign- it's a harmless deal anyway!"
"But it's lying!" The boy with the dewy voice asserted, and Harvey turned to look at him.
Soft brown curls fanned his face, a bit longer than usual- like a shaggy dog's coat but groomed, reaching up to the back of his neck. The uniform was loose on this boy, and he was a bit hunched.
"Excuse me," Harvey Goldshaw interrupted, "Please make noise outside."
"Oh so rude of me," the boy turned to Harvey, his light blue eyes widening in worry. "Frank can we discuss this later? Please?" He turned to the other boy, who huffed and stomped his foot.
"Fine, but you are meeting me at the evening. Make sure of that."
"Yes of course, but off you go now," the boy with brown curls smiled brightly and for a moment, Harvey got reminded of a rabbit.
"I profoundly apologise for disturbing you," he then turned to Harvey, his small nose twitching, and pupils dilating, "I never intended to. Should I go away?"
The red freckles on his nose and the little acne around the contours of his cheekbones gave him a look of permanent blush.
"No, doesn't matter." Harvey turned back to his book. The library's air went stiff.
"I'm Ansel. And you are?" The boy shifted a bit closer to Harvey, peering into his book, "You must be a mathematics first year, aren't you?"
Harvey shifted away, "That wouldn't concern you." Although this close, he spotted that his eyes actually had flecks of green mixed with that icy shade of blue.
"Pardon me I over step my boundaries sometimes, are you in a sour mood this day?" He laughed- sounded like a shrill stream.
Harvey loosened his tie- how hot it is today.
"That's none of your matter, please look into your own. And yes, refrain from calling me out so casually in the future." Harvey stood up, slamming his fat book shut and his chair screeching behind him.
The blue eyed boy- Angel or whatever his name was, looked surprised at Harvey's outburst.
And just when Harvey started having the slightest guild of lashing out, he smiled brightly again.
"Of course! I won't do that again!"
The way his eyes seemed to crinkle round the edges and his full lips stretched in a bea-
"Fine."
Harvey walked out.
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