What Lilies are thinking about

Chapter 2

The heels of the men's shoes echoed in the empty corridor. At such an early hour there was no one here at all. Only the unnoticeable drafts and rays of the sun appearing on the horizon.

Turning to the right, the young man walked out into the open corridor. The smell of dew-wet earth and grass immediately hit his nose. The inner courtyard of the university is a favorite place for students to relax, so it was not very colorful with flower beds. The wind ran lightly over his exposed neck, kissing his cheeks with cold and getting into the curls of his black hair. If his hair had not been such a deep black shade, any sleepy guard, after a night shift, would have taken him for a ghost. 

An elongated, slender figure, thin palms, pale skin. Dark gray trousers and a white shirt over which a knitted white shawl with a small amount of scarlet threads in the pattern was thrown. Against the background of all this, the only bright spot was long hair pulled into a loose ponytail with a ribbon.

There was still a week before classes began, but it was better to be in this half-empty castle as a ghost than...

- Pff, I have nowhere else to be.

In fact, he stayed in London for a couple of days longer only because of that criminal. After meeting that person, he had no doubts about a fair punishment. As well as reasons to stay longer.

- Although for a couple of moments... I still allowed myself to think with such a desire.

Now these thoughts seemed like a fleeting dream that allowed him to taste the fulfillment of his desire and then ended.

How many times had he thought it all over, over and over again. Changing details, calculating possible consequences. But that was where it all ended.

After all, there was no point in moving.

His goal had long been established. The path to it was defined. This university was not even a step, just a temporary shelter.

Oddly enough, despite all his dislike for large crowds of people during the educational process, this place did not irritate him at all. Studying as work, life in a dormitory and secret life outside its walls - all this is the history of the country in miniature. Observing the behavior of the offspring of rich families, and then trying to predict what kind of person these children will be in ten years, became a kind of hobby.

Psychological profile.

It was nice when a collision with a specific subject confirmed the theory, but it was no less nice to learn small details that radically changed the "predicted" portrait.

However, this was not a measure of love for humanity. If people interested him... then certainly not in the way you might think.

Of the three most prestigious educational institutions in London, Durham was beautiful.

It was a castle equipped for a university in 1837, 370 kilometers from London. Surrounded by small towns and open fields. Of course, there were aristocratic villas here, but as a rule, if their owners were present, they did not go beyond the boundaries of their estates. But even so, they managed to ruin the lives of local residents. He had recently heard about one such individual.

It was amazing how, with all their material wealth, analyzing portraits of people of aristocratic origin was the most boring thing. As if, when born into such a family, the child's parents sold all his human components for the sake of continuing the history of their family. Such people were worthy of description in only a few words.

And at such moments he was pleased with the fact that his blood was half diluted.

Some students were already starting to fill the dorm rooms, attending orientation classes and then heading out to explore the area with their newfound comrades.