Zenith

Edward Reginald Wilbur Harrington V Arwright, Head of Household 22, College Senior

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bishop-kaitlyn:

“There’s not much in here… That’s the thing.” She said, handing Edward the bag in defeat. She sat down beside him when he took it, and glanced over at the paper he’d just been reading before turning her attention back to the matter at hand. “God, he’s like, the worst teacher ever. All class, all I can do is count down the seconds until I’m free from his water-gargling voice… How in the world did you survive him?” She asked.

 “Therein lies your problem, Ms. Bishop.” Edward tsked again, sorting through the papers in Kaitlyn’s bag at a much more sedate pace, scanning the titles for the possibility of finding the correct assignment. “It’s simple: his class is necessary to graduate so you put up with him. No one will care about how terrible his voice is when your transcript is short,” he said, glancing up at her quickly, a hint of reproach in his voice before he went about continuing his searching. “And of course you submit a claim about his inefficacy as a teacher. I imagine it won’t take too much more before Heathfield revokes his tenure.”

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juliannevonunwerth:

There wasn’t any particular reason why Julianne was targeting Edward in this intoxicated state, it wasn’t as though she had some silly school girl crush on him, but her eyes landed on him and she set into action. His face was just a bit blurry, but clear enough that she registered the small quirk of his lips, the brief hint of a smile.

She leaned closer towards him, pushing her hair back as she smiled, actually smiled. Julianne von Unwerth and her rare, billion dollar smiles, what a drunken mistake. “And your voice!” She noted, “it’s ridiculously sexy, I always think about that during practice when you’re yelling at me to do shit like—it’s so deep.”

Julianne was always terrifyingly honest, it’s what gave her that initial title as the bitch of Heathfield. But seldom did she ever speak so candidly about her own inner thoughts. She simply expressed her opinions on other people in a rather crude manner.

Laughing, she put a hand on his upper bicep, leaning her chin against it and looking up at him, “As if. Piper doesn’t have anything on me, süsser.”

Edward chuckled, couldn’t have helped it. Not when the usually so reserved Julianne von Unwerth was giggling and playing with her hair and smiling, of all things. Amazing, the power of alcohol on even the staunchest of reservations. He’d know.

“Mhm? It’s going to be this very deep voice screaming through your hangover tomorrow. I might have you sitting at the bow just so you can hear it all the more clearly,” he teased. “Is that so? I’d say you’re at a tie, while she was already spilling drinks, I haven’t seen her hanging off anyone yet or giving out free compliments.”

Clicking his tongue, Edward shifted so that same arm was over Julianne’s shoulders, tucking his phone away and pointing them in the direction of Blackbourne. “C’mon now, süsser. Are you walking or am I carrying you back to your room?”

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rcgan:

“Give me a moment to take it all in. Edward’s actually doing his own work—never thought I’d see the day.” Humorously, Regan yanked his phone out and mocked a photographer’s pose. The moment was picture-worthy, and if Regan were Taggart or Liam he would have snapped a picture to use as collateral when the time arose. The sheer spontaneity that has come to be expected within their social circles nearly warranted it. “How does it feel?”

“Now Regan, don’t confuse me with Julian. Even though my study sessions don’t aren’t attended by half the House’s residents like somebody, I’ve worked for my grades.” Waving off the faux paparazzi with a chuckle, he dropped the article back in his bag. “It feels like my last year of studying ‘reputable’ articles that Pearce himself published. No better than primary school’s reader.”

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carter-bishop:

“Sorry, bossman. Was kinda waiting for you to notice I was hovering. You looked so into that…“ He  tried to make out what the article was about by skimming the pages, settling on the word, “–policy, I didn’t want to do the obnoxious cough thing.“

“Carter- you know I’m always available to a man of Arkwright, no awkward cough necessary,” he said, tossing the article to the table and crossing one leg over the other, gesturing for the young man to take the wing-backed chair next to him. “What can I do for you?”

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hellraisingstclair:

“Carnivals are for children? See, that right there is the saddest declaration I have ever heard. I don’t know which straight-laced stick in the mud taught you that, but it must be rewritten! Carnivals are the embodiment of fun. It’s like not enjoying ice cream, or board games, or… or… cartoons! Because they’re for children…. Haven’t you ever wanted to let loose a little?”

“God knows I absolutely abhor disappointing you, Piper St. Clair, but the fact remains that they are. Those straight-laced sticks in the mud are the fully functioning, career oriented adults and productive members of society who taught me responsibility... and I take it you skipped out on a majority of those classes. Letting loose implies a lack of control, which sounds wholly unappealing.”

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whelan-aaron:

“Sorry. You know how it is. I’m just a small town boy. Livin’ in a lonely world.“ He wondered if Edward would get the reference. “So I get lost all the time. The smell of privilege and Kilian cologne should have tipped me off, I guess.“

“No, I wouldn’t know. And if I want to be serenaded, I’ll ask,” he sighed, annoyed that the conversation -if you could call it that- had already lasted this long. “If you can’t grasp your surroundings like any other self-sufficient human being then draw youself a map. And steer clear of any area that smells of privilege until you can identify the difference between Kilian and Guerlain.”

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loganmendez:

Logan raised an eyebrow. “The name’s Logan. And like I said, I was curious. No need to be stuck up there, bud.”

He chuckled.

Edward picked the bridge of his nose, fight to keep his tone level in what should’ve been a quiet area. “Let’s get something straight, Logan. You and I? We come from impossibly different worlds: I belong here, you’re allowed in because philanthropy is a value and a legacy decided that introducing the rabble would add culture to the student body. We are not friends, nor are we buds and I would appreciate it greatly if you took your curiosity back to Ellsworth where it belongs.”

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bishop-kaitlyn:

“Sorry,” Kaitlyn replied quickly, her hand almost completely submersed into her school bag. “There was an assignment – or something – and I swear I put it,” She moved her hand around again, peering into the bag that was filled with books and papers, “Right… Here… But I can’t find it. And God knows if McAllister catches me without it I’ll be dead.”

“You’re probably staring right at it. Panic doesn’t make looking any easier.” Edward tsked softly, setting his article aside and making a motion for her to hand him the bag. “Don’t be quite so dramatic, Kaitlyn- not dead, just a perpetual state of hell that’d make you wish you were,” he quipped, a teasing half smile on his lips.

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loganmendez:

“Calm down, Edward” Logan said as he walked around to the other boy’s front.

“I was just walking around, checking things out… All I saw was nuclear and I got curious.”

He grinned.

“I’m sorry… who are you supposed to be? And why're you talking to me?” Edward asked, nearly cringing from his wide puppy eyes taking everything in and his big grin. “Do I look like a tutor to you? Go Google it if you’re so curious.”

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whelan-aaron:

“Nothing. Just–is that an official article?“ He’d already caught two grammar mistakes.

“It’s an article that I was officially assigned to read- why are you breathing over my shoulder and imposing your unwanted presence on me, Whelan?” Edward asked flatly, already looking back to his paperwork. “Work study isn’t in this building.”

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drunken mess ♙ julianne & edward

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juliannevonunwerth:

Julianne was full fledged wasted before the start of her junior year of misery.

It didn’t take long until the fourth drink blurred into the fifth and eventually the eighth, but that drunk Julianne was a force to be reckoned with. It was true what they said, alcohol was a relaxant, but while she wasn’t particularly a social butterfly under the influence, she surely had less restraint and careful thought as usual. She threw caution to the wind. Which is why she normally drank on her lonesome to the extent she did tonight, but the urge was eating her alive.

Unfortunately—or perhaps fortunately—the person nearest to her happened to be a fellow older rowing member: Edward Harrington. Royal blood and flesh and all, and Julianne sauntered her way over to him. Her thoughts were hazy, giggles just on the tip of her tongue.

“Edward,” she said, leaning against the wall beside him, fingers absentmindedly playing with his collar, reaching up to drag a finger down his jaw, “you have such a nice jawline, like—wow.” 

Edward’s fingers flew across the screen of his phone, composing a response to his father’s email about arrivals and accommodations; long winded certainly, but it was proper, and if Harrington family correspondence was anything, it was proper. Pausing for a thought, he heard shambling footsteps and looked up to see Julianne von Unwerth approaching.

Beautiful, intelligent, athletic, traditional.... the little sister that he might’ve possibly had in another life.

“Julianne,” he greeted back, eyes pointedly dropping down to where she played with his button up and back up to her face, brow raising at the compliment. And maybe just a little bit of a grin pulled at his lips, chuckles rumbling in his chest. “Your appreciation for my bone structure is noted,” he said, patting her hand on his cheek before lowering it back down to her side.

Very, very intoxicated she was.

“Trying to give Piper a run for her money?” he asked, slipping his phone into his jeans and crossing his arms, bemused expression on his face.

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hellraisingstclair:

“You’re so uptight, Edward. Carnival’s are for having fun, and I choose to have fun like this! It makes going on the ferris wheel so much more enjoyable if you get extra dizzy! When was the last time you rode a ferris wheel, hmm? Too busy frowning at the sun?” 

“I’m controlled, not uptight, and I choose to have fun in a way that doesn’t make a fool of myself... or cause bodily harm. I want you to consider what you just said... extra dizzy, on a ferris wheel that you can fall out of. Carnivals are for children, I’m usually too being productive, unfortunately.

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Edward flipped through the next pages of his article on Nuclear Policy, the shifting going on behind him grating until he looked up with a sigh. “Did you need something, or? I’m not particularly a fan of having people looking over my shoulder.”

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hellraisingstclair:

“All I’m getting from this is that I look lush–– no surprise there.” 

The irony is you finding that acceptable. And at a carnival, no less.