Death of Pygmalion

1. 𝑺𝒕 𝑬𝒅𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆

Fall has come. It was October the first. Elio had never seen such a beauty before. Growing up in a French city, he started to prefer the Gothic architecture of England much more in contrast of the bright French buildings.

He was now standing in front of St Edmund's College. The most prestigious school his parents could provide to their youngest child. Or, perhaps, it is better to say the farthest school available for them. Elio payed and thanked the driver in the taxi and stared at the old building again. Suddenly an elderly man with his arms wide open appeared at the door with a small woman carrying piles of books.

"Welcome, you must be Elio Neri? I'm the headmaster, Sir Roderick Morrison. If you need anything, please contact me. How was the trip, my son”The man shook the boy's pale hand.
"Okay, sir. Thank you for asking."nervously said the boy.
"Welcome, welcome. Now let me introduce you to college."

Elio looked at the man. He had grayish hair, a well-kept body and an elegant brown suit. He spoke in a thick voice with typical English accent. The excessive waving of his hands made him a rather colorful figure along with his goatee and sharp mustache.

The boy was carrying his heavy luggage when Mr Morrison's assistant had almost dropped her books. Elio was quick as lighting and caught them before they hit the floor.

As they were climbing, Neri noticed that the other students were coming from all over to see their new comrade. A beautiful girl with red hair and green eyes was staring at him from above the stairs. When he reach her, she gave him a sly smile as a fox as she found her new prey. All students made way to the principal.

Neri was already out of breath by the time he reached the last step on the fourth floor. The headmaster didn't seem to be tired at all.
"This will be your room," cried Sir Morrison, passing a girl and standing in front of a door.

Elio looked at the girl. She had a beautiful, but kind of sly, small face. Her black wavy hair was coming down to her shoulders and there was a one sided bang above her fox's eyes. She wore a heavy, black blazer, a white shirt with a black tie and a black skirt to her knees. She smiled slyly at him and leaned against the door frame. As the girl folded her arms across her chest, Elio noticed her long, sharp pinkish nails.

"Ok, Neri. This is your new room." The director took his luggage and placed it on a table. Then he went out, but as he passed the girl, he told her.
"Don't snoop around like a fox, Paulette. Be careful not to get in trouble."
"Relax, sir Morrison, I won't eat your precious chicken."

The girl, whose name was Paulette, entered the room. Elio was just arranging his books when a long-fingered hand picked up one from his pile.

"Il Decamerone? I've heard there are a lot of erotica in that book. Is that what you read it for? ”Her voice was deep but slightly squeaky at times.
"N-No. I'm Elio Neri. ”The boy picked up the book and held out his hand.
“Paulette Ménard.” They both shook hands. " Welcome to St Edmund's college."
"Thanks. Can you explain to me once again where everything is, Mr Morrison ... I didn't quite catch anything what he said."
"Of course, I'm all yours. Come on." Laughed the girl and waved at the boy to follow her. Elio locked his room and they both started their walk around the huge building.