Conager kept the image of his new teacher's smile on mind, all the way home. It put a small skip in a few steps and even swung him around a pole. But wait... what the fuck? Was he daydreaming about his teacher? He decided then and their he needed to get a life.<br/>His silly fascinations aside, he finally began up the shallow hill that twisted into his neighborhood. Though decently spaced to accommodate the luscious yards between properties, they were fairly close together for being so large. One mansion after another - side by side until their was nothing but a wide inlet in the distance. His home was not up that far, but it didn't stop him from jumping a few fences and loving on the variety of dogs on the way. Finally on level ground again, he readjusted his backpack against his shoulder, pulling them back for a hint of relief. There weren't many books tucked away in there, but the few he had were heavy. As he rounded the corner nearing his house, he paused for a split second to stare. A woman flopped a towel back and forth in her hair, bent over to the side as her toned butt followed the movement, ever so slightly. He shook his head and moved on, tempting to laugh every time. 'I wonder if she'll ever notice people can see her.' he thought.<br/>Adjusting his backpack again, he flinched at an oncoming sound, quickly approaching behind him.<br/>"There he is! Get him!"<br/>A noticeable pack of young men came barreling down their smooth, plastered sidewalks, right for Conager, Caleb far ahead to lead the charge. Coanger took off in step, his lengthy legs carrying him a bit farther to his advantage. He dig into his pocket, then the other and finally around a few others, still unable to find his salvation. When he turned just a little to dive to his porch, he shook his bag with faintest jingle just as Caleb would reach him.<br/>"Hey Mum!" he shouted, "could you unlock the front door? These guys weren't able to help me find my keys!"<br/>They all stopped suddenly, no words shared as Caleb scowled with the deepest upturned frown his taught face could muster. He pointed at him quickly - a target - and padded off out of sight through their grass.<br/>Conager leaned back against the door, finally taking a few breaths for himself. He smiled and then chuckled as he noticed one of them had stopped completely, distracted by the naked wonder in the window. He finally reached into his front most pocket of his backpack and pulled out his keys. He unlocked the deadbolt, only to relock it once he was inside. Amelda was definitely here. The fresh scent of caramel and vanilla filled the air - her strange cleaning products that never failed. He looked to his left, watching her silly dance as she vacuumed the carpet with her back to him, jammin' out to her old style headphones. His smile accompanied the small head shake of amusement.<br/>"Salve." He said to her backside.<br/>He enjoyed she spoke pure Latin, as opposed to the traditional Spanish dialects that typically accompanied her Dominican heritage. It was a skill he had that most others might not. His feet shuffled across, letting the contents of his backpack flop against the wall, bypassing the curved staircase opposite the room being cleaned. He made his way through a sculpted arch, taking him down a briefly narrow hall into one much more lit. The glass ceilings several feet above his reach brought in the rays of light against the pillars holding the hallway up. As a child, he would weave between them for hours, tying things, making forts and all kinds of childish non-sense. It took quite a few strides to carry him through to even more glass. A glorious kitchen opened, the back walls made of nothing but glass. The glazed granite counter tops were stark in contrast. In the center was a wide, curved island bar which lowered on the opposing side to a normal height counter top. Across the way directly ahead was their deep seated sink. To the right of it, a space before their monstrous fridge. To the left, even more counter space and a vast array of drawers, split from its line up by a shiny stove and oven. As he looped around the plush bar stools, he slung the fridge open enough to rumble the contents of the door, but catch it to avoid any damage. Letting it hand open, he kicked off his shoes on the doormat, placed appropriately by the double doors by the fridge and slid between the counters. Under the island bar sat a robust dishwasher, full of clean dishes. A quirky glass with a square base and rounded top spun in his fingers until he had a good grip. Sliding back to the wide open fridge, he sloppily poured himself a bit of orange juice, barely screwed the cap back on and tossed it back in with a thunk of the door. His narrow lips sucked at his finger drenched in the excess juice before heading back.<br/>On the way, he clutched his backpack and skipped every other step. At the top of the stairs, another darkened, high-rounded arched hallway led him past a master bathroom, spa, sauna room - all rolled into one, and a smaller bedroom. Turning the corner led him to a wide hallway (wider than his arms could reach either side) with a selection of rooms. He shuffled all the way down to the end, almost to the end table with a decorative place setting and turned quickly. It wasn't the largest room, but it was the only one that had a view of the water. He kicked the door closed and tossed his bag on his bed, sipping his orange juice again before placing it on the skinny table by the door. A quick heave relieved him of his button up shirt. His fingers fumbled with the double buttons on his jeans before undoing them. He looked at the mess in his room. The closet was in line with his door, his queen sized bed opposite of it closer to the wall, but leaving a little space between it and the carved out sitting area in the window. Everything else was plain, a hamper here, a grade school project there. And his bathroom on the wall facing the foot of his bed.<br/>Shaking away the thought of cleaning, he set his juice on the bedside table, flopping and tempting sleep before slipping his homework out of the zipper. Who know's when Sirius will want it. Better get it done now.