<span style="font-family: seref;">It wasn't as if he wanted to be at this school. His choice was clearly to stay in his home, or rather, keeping to his work. And yet, here he was, being <span style="font-style: italic">forced</span> to go to this...this...SCHOOL for delinquents! He was far from such, different from the rest of the population of male students that were around him, swarming like flies to rotten meat laying in the middle of a field growing rancid underneath a scorching sun. However, he was not going to complain, he wasn't going to show any slip of composure; especially not around any of these people. He would retain himself from saying anything negative, he would keep a straight face...and, even if it killed him, he would act as if he was enjoying the day, or at least, somewhat. Even in a school such as this, many knew of him, knew his face, knew his name. Students, teachers, they were all the same. But he stared straight ahead each time, pretending as if he hadn't heard any words or any reactions. Who was he? Ludwig Ezekiel Amsel, son of probably the richest and most famous family in all of Europe. Right next to the Queen and the Pope.<br/><br/>As of now, it was lunch, but Ludwig knew that the next class was soon to start. He hadn't bothered with going to the lunchroom instead he'd hidden away long before then in the library, skipping half the first class as well. No doubt he'd get into trouble with not only the school but his...father...as well, but it hadn't mattered to him, as he absolutely wanted, no...NEEDED to get away from everyone. Besides, the one who stood as his father figure wasn't even his real father, as his REAL one wasn't anywhere to be found, having disappeared one day, gone to never return. His mother passed on to the afterlife, and he was left on his own, taking on the family business, advancing them further than his father ever could. This escape, to get away, he deserved as much. To get away from the cacophony of noise, away from the disarray that was around him. In the library, he'd found himself a nice corner, and after browsing the many shelves of books that towered everywhere and finding a novel that interested him, he had sat down, beginning to read. The pages turned, and for the longest time it was quiet, all he could hear was the ruffling of the pages of the book in his hands, and his breathing. He thought he'd heard quiet footsteps earlier, but had pushed that thought to the side. It wasn't long until he hears the doors to the library opening, then slamming shut. Now he was for certain that someone was here, it was obvious now.<br/><br/>Silently he closes the book, not forgetting to mark the page that he was on, before getting up from where he was sitting. Placing the book back on the shelf, making a note to himself where it was so that later he could come back for it. Straightening the sleeves of his shirt, white with gold buttons on both the front and the cuffs, as he'd left his black coat elsewhere, Ludwig glanced around the corner of the bookshelf he was standing next to, his golden eyes glancing left and right to see who had come into the library. From where he was standing the view wasn't too clear, so he moves, silently as a breath lost in the wind, toward the point where he knew the doors were located. A few more steps and he could finally see.<br/><br/>The one who'd come in seemed to be rather distraught, Ludwig could see that by the expression on his face but was more interested really in the fact that the individual who was there now had wings. Angel wings to be precise. But they were unique, two-toned, one colored with black feathers, while the other wing was the normal white. Even his hair was black and white. Well, this certainly was different. He lowers his eyelids slightly, interest piqued by the appearance of the other male. A small smirk played across his lips, and the gold of his eyes seemed to smolder gently, glowing like the embers of a fire having just gone out.<br/><br/>For now, his curiosity was sated, he didn't want to end up scaring the guy away, so moves back from where he was standing, slipping into the shadows. Ludwig really wasn't in the mood with interaction with others, no matter how different this guy looked from everyone else he'd seen so far. He'd rather stay to himself, and if he had his way, to stay in the library as long as he could, ditching class for the rest of the day. It wasn't as if he could really learn anything from the lessons, what was the purpose? These lessons wouldn't help him with the businesses he ran, they couldn't help him with stock rises, corporation advancement, marketing, distribution, or any of that sort of thing. As long as he wasn't found out by a teacher, he would remain where he was, tucked away in the littler corner with the book he was reading. And speaking of...he moves back to where he was earlier, picking up the book, and turns to the page he'd left off on, sitting down, and started to read once again.</span>