Anfere watched the blond man he called Father babble at the headmaster of the large boys school, his own blue eye looking around at his surroundings quietly.
The Chamber heir was a small boy, barely 5 foot despite his age of 16, and slender bordering on skinny. Anfere didn’t let it bother him, after all, he didn’t let people see him without clothes on anyway, there was more than his weight to hide. Shifting from foot to foot, he fiddled awkwardly with the simple black eye patch he wore over his left eye - a necessity born from the scarring it had, not to mention the odd colour that had been born from said scarring.
He shook himself from his thoughts, fighting the urge to tap his foot on the floor as the clock ticked, how long am I supposed to stay here?
Eventually, it seemed like an eon, he and his Father were shown out of the overly ornate office, and from their they split ways. Anfere watched the elder almost coldly, glad to see him gone. Despite having been taken in and raised by the man from a young age (or perhaps because of that) he felt little love towards the extravagant blond man.
Stop getting distracted. Nodding to himself he tugged the little map he’d been given from his bag, inspecting it with a critical eye before huffing. “Well that makes no sense whatsoever.” He looked back and forth up the corridor, insulting the school in his head for their lack of tour, as he decided which one to go down.
"Well…" With a sigh the young boy began to walk down into the bowels of the school, bag slung carelessly over his shoulder. Under his breath he snorted to himself "I have no clue where I am."
( phantomhive-trash )