The Wicked Walk On Every Side

Chapter 4

The next morning, after a collective two hours of sleep, Wolfbane woke to the sound of a soft voice singing. He didn't recognize the song at first, but as he began to come to his senses, Wolfbane figured out the song that the voice was singing. He and his sisters would occasionally sing the song around the house when doing chores or something or other.

"Masquerade

Paper faces on parade

Masquerade

Hide your face so the world may never find you"

Wolfbane turned around to look at the person who's back was facing him and was singing.

It registered in his brain that it was the boy that he was sharing a room with. The boy had really pale skin and slightly silver hair, and was wearing a white button up with black trousers. The boy was thin and lithe, and sort of tall. Out of habit, Wolfbane started to sing along.

"Masquerade

Every face a different shade

Masquerade

Look around there's another mask behind you"

The boy turned around swiftly and looked at Wolfbane with wide eyes, his pale skin betraying the blush that had started to spread across his high cheekbones.

"I apologize, I didn't mean to disturb your sleep." The boy said.

At this point, Wolfbane had started to get a small blush as well. He hadn't meant to startle the silver haired boy. He sort of reminded Wolfbane of a startled faun.

Wolfbane grabbed his prescription glasses from the bedside table and put them on his slender nose.

"It's completely fine!" Wolfbane reassured the taller boy, brushing his fingers through his messy blonde hair. "What's your name?"

"Antell. Maxentius Antell," The boy answered, dipping into a bow. He straightened back up, and reached for a black waist length cloak that was embroidered with gold thread.

"My name's Wolfbane Shadow." Wolfbane said, slowly standing up from his bed to get his own clothes. He gave Maxentius an odd look, but quickly continued his morning routine. It wasn't that he didn't like the other boy's choice of clothing, he just hadn't seen someone choose something of that caliber to wear on the first day of classes.

Maxentius draped the cloak over his slim shoulders, and fastened the brass closing at his neck.

"How do you feel about your classes this year?" Maxentius asked as he looked over his appearance in a full length mirror. He grabbed a matching hat with a sleek feather on the side and placing it on his head and tilting it to the side just so.

"They're okay, I guess. I have herbology with my older sister, and transfiguration with my twin, but the rest of them I'm not so sure about," Wolfbane replied. He inwardly cringed at how he sounded: like a little kid who didn't know how to do anything without his sisters.

"My classes are as usual, I suppose," was Maxentius' reply. He continued to look at his chosen outfit from different angles.

"Ta," Wolfbane said. He parted and gelled his hair, just like every morning.

"Would you like to sit with me at breakfast this morning?" Maxentius asked, coming away from the mirror to pack his bag for the day.

"Yeah, sure!" Wolfbane said, doing the same as Maxentius.

"Brilliant!" Maxentius said. "However, you might want to get dressed first."

"Oh, um, yeah of course," Wolfbane mumbled embarrassingly.