Nathaniel's POV
"Ok, looks like I have everything in your size here young man." The old tailor says as he walks around me to give me one final look over with both his glass and normal eyes, through his designer glasses. I look over to the mirror with a impressed and slightly smug expression.
I look good.
Seriously, I don't know if Ashwater is a school for royals or something but the uniform agrees with my body and personality. A suit, that's what this is. There's no way that this could be a uniform. Everything felt to tailor fit, from the shoes all the way up to the tie.
The suit was black, midnight black with a matching pair of trousers, a white button up shirt and a black tie. I felt like I was getting ready to meet the Queen, not choosing out a school uniform.
My dad and Clarity sat on the conveniently placed sofas that faced towards the mini platform that I was currently standing on. The look on my dad's face can only be described as impressed.
On the car drive here, he and Clarity were talking none stop about the school. It's facilities, extracurricular activities, everything. Yet even after Clarity told us that the school is pretty high end, we were baffled by the mere design of their so called general uniform. Apparently each class had its own uniform design as part of the arrangement strategy and luckily for me, Clarity and I are in the same class.
"Now, if you'll please hand me his medical history so that I may find out the colour of which his embroidery must be." The tailor, Mr. Lee, asks my dad as he throws the measuring tape over his shoulders. My dad hands him my file and suddenly the man starts to laugh sarcastically.
"Very funny Sir, but I would like the complete history please." he says as he eyes my thin file with scepticism. My dad looks at him curiously as he verifies to him that that is indeed my entire medical history.
"This is it? But it is so thin! Please tell me the truth or did you recently get diagnosed. Do not feel ashamed young man, Raymond is a safe place where we won't treat you differently because of your condition. Clarity, I'm sure you've told them this?" He asks Clarity as he waves my file in the air, using it as an extension of himself as he talks.
"Believe me Mr. Lee, I've told them everything and that right there is his everything. No recent diagnosis, no illness what so ever. Nathaniel here is the first normy of his age to ever set foot into Raymond." She says as she walks to stand behind me and grabs my shoulders, gently shaking my frame.
Mr. Lee looks at me one more time as he sighs heavily. He walks into the back room with my file in hand. I turn to look at myself in the mirror again but this time with Clarity by my side. It is only now when I take in her full appearance. She is wearing a white lace dress that reaches just above her knees. She's also wearing mid calf white socks with her black sneakers and a black leather jacket.
Her hair hanging freely around her face as she looks up at me through the mirror and smiles. I smile back. The way we are standing creates a very adorable picture, but I'd never say that out loud.
"Mr. Lee will be right back, he's just going to put your medical history into his computer. The computer will then compile the information in such a way that the results will be represented in colour." She says as she takes a seat on the couch again, crossing her legs.
"Once we receive the results how are they going to interpret the colour into the uniform?" I ask her as I walk down the platform, back into the dressing room to change back into my normal clothes. I gently take them off with care, seeing that this suit may be really expensive.
"An embroidery will be added on the edges of your blazer, along the seems on the shirt pocket, a piece of material in the middle of your tie as well as your trousers pockets. A small piece of coloured material that won't hurt the suits design." She responds as I walk out of the dressing room with the clothes in my hands. I take a seat on the larger coach with my dad as Mr. Lee walks back out to us with a coloured fabric in his hands. Brilliant green.

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Raymond
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