513 ~ Seaweed Brain is an the house! Whoop. - Off-Topic

• Theodore Riker Emerson •
• High Class || Traicere House •
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There wasn't a single person who did not notice Theodore Emerson's arrival. First of all, he entered a lot later than all the other students - which was kind of ironic, since he only lived an hour away - and second of all, Theodore's parents didn't really have a... humble car. Nope. It probably looked like it was taken right from a James Bond movie. Nobody would probably even be a little surprised when it started shooting missiles all of a sudden. Theo himself was more the Dean Winchester-car type, but that didn't really matter, since the guy didn't even have a license.
Anyway, Theo did not get why his parents chose to take this car instead of like... his sister's. They didn't exactly want to stand out for their infamous son, but then again... driving a purple-and-pink Volkswagen that could only contain two people, wasn't exactly ideal. Let alone it would be fashionable, something Theo's mother insisted on being. She would probably get a heart attack when she saw what he was actually wearing, since she didn't quite get a good look on him when they had left in a hurry. Little Ellie had been ridiculously annoying, and that means more annoying than usual. Theo supposed that his parents were too busy keeping him in control than giving their youngest daughter the necessary attention. It was quite amusing.
When Theo opened the door of the bright red car, he immediately felt a hand clamping his wrist.
"Seriously, father?" he said with a deep, deep sigh. It was kinda a ritual, all of this.
"THEODORE, WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU WEARING?" The usual scream of horror that was also part of the 'Getting-Theo-To-School-Without-Him-Causing-Any-Trouble'-mission almost pierced his eardrums. Theodore looked down at his casual cloths in boredom.
"It's called clothing, mother. You should try it on some time." His mother looked back to him with an insulted look on her face and Theo pulled away his arm from his father's hand without any effort. If it had been up to Elizabeth, he'd now been wearing a horrific tuxedo.
"It's so nice of you that you want to make sure I make it to the gate alive, but really, there's no need to do that. You can drop off my stuff at Traicere. Seriously, it seems like you two have never done this before." He stared at his parents with that piercing glare only he could produce in his greenish blue eyes, and turned around with a last sweet smile, placing his right feet before his left.
"Theo..." his mother's voice sounded. It was a miracle they didn't walk al the way to the front door with him, but Theo suspected something else would follow. "Just try not to... kill anybody, this year."
"Djee, mother, I'd almost say you sound concerned," he said with gritted teeth, but he didn't answer her question and just walked towards the main hall, which looked as glorious as always. Only now it half of the people that filled the room were people Theo did not know. He tried to keep his disgust to himself, honestly, but the dissaproving glance in his eyes wasn't to be misunderstood. There was some girl with crazy curled blonde hair standing over to the bar with some guy, Aislin - the one Theo never liked - not far away from them. The girl was wearing clothes from which Theo couldn't really tell if she were a Low Classer or a High Classer, but she seemed too old to be a new High Classer, so he assumed she was a Low Classer. The guy was obviously a new vampire, Theo could smell it even from that distance. Aislin was wearing hideous clothes, like always. He noticed the teachers and some of the students, too, staring at him, obviously whispering about him - the dude was a vampire, his hearing was as advanced as that from a whale - and he gave them a quick wave and a stunningly sweet smile. He noticed Cynara and Pippa talking to each other. Theo didn't really have an opinion for Cynara, but everybody could tell that he did not appreciate Pippa.
Theodore noticed only a few people he actually knew and pushed Isabella out of the way while he made his way through the room. It was kinda obvious which people were Low Class. Nobody of the High Class students would even think of wearing awful things like that... thing the girl biting her fingernails at that table was wearing.