Rogue, Silver and Silent

The New Addition

The insipid and trivial classes went by in a blur, all except one. It was the last lesson of the day, the one lesson that I despised most. The one that taught the history of our world but not all of it, categorising the parts to make the country I was abiding in to look as the victor over the rest of the countries, and omitting the parts that would soon see them to humble themselves. And it was incomplete, the people that could have taught them all about their previous history, were deleted, exiled, murdered, raped etc. all because we were different. All because we were all the potential that they could be and all the potential they were.

My apparent senior, yammered on about trivial laws and information that I had learnt before I had even discovered what I was. Clearly, the Head-Master had assumed because of my record of misbehaviour, I was ignorant to everything that attained to basic knowledge.

‘You should put him in his place.’ It’s barely worth the effort. The voice had been becoming more complacent since having to adapt into city life and society. It had retreated to the tones of a more annoying, mischievous conscience than of the blood-thirsty and inhumane characteristics I knew it to hold.

The scent I had been evading, stung the inside of my sensitive nostrils as it flared through the room. No-one else had noticed it; no-one should have been able to. Though I did see a few faces turn towards the door. The clacking of heels against the wooden floor couldn’t have been mistaken to have been heading in any other direction other than ours. It showed no sign of stopping and we were the only classroom this far to the end of the corridor.

I was sure no-one else could hear it, but it wasn’t just one set of shoes that were scuffing the polished floors of our institution. There was a shuffling against the floor that was clearly and unmistakeably that of someone much larger than the heeled – I assume to be woman – heading this way. The hefty padding of someone who was rather stickily built was almost synchronised with the clicking of the heeled shoe connecting to the floor.

The door swung open and - with little chance for courtesy or manners - the receptionist practically shoved the child inside the classroom; turned and sashayed back out, with nothing but the slamming of the door and the waft of perfume to signify that she had actually escorted the child to this destination. The boy turned to face the rest of the class, and was welcomed with a chorus of gasps and a seasoning of whisperings that dotted themselves around the classroom until of wall of nattering collided with his face.

I was quite taken aback by the welcome he had been given. Although I understood his situation perfectly and from the look on his face he was also taking the welcome with the same way I had. With nonchalance with the hint of anger brushed around the edges. That’s when I noticed the scent that was tinged around him wasn’t just the perfume that clung to every molecule of air in the room polluting the room with horrendous smell of the receptionist; but also the tang of the wild, the smell of freedom, of rogue, of home.

I gladly smiled at him, knowing that he would be my one ally and most probably the only person who could understand my situation and may want to aid my cause. His eyes swept over me, uninterested and unaffected and unwelcoming to the smile that I rarely gave out to anyone.

I let it slip just for a moment, loosened the leash only slightly just to give him a taste, just to notify his senses. He must’ve been quite recent to the lifestyle to not recognise one of his own. I saw the hint of a smile flash past his lips as I assumed he recognised the scent of another, I quickly leashed it. Not wanting anything to separate me from another human, I didn’t know what could set off the sensors that the Head-Master had put up.

“Ah, Mr Grey, the other new addition,” the muttering stopped as the teacher announced his name, “since you decided to arrive so late into the first term, I expect you back after school to catch up. Take a seat.”