Fish and Wacko meet the Casanova's sister

The door was closed but not locket up and the tea on the table was already cold. The shiny green frog on the cup would stare at anyone, who would enter the room, maybe giving him a shock for their life. After that the attention of the viewer would be drawn by a drooling guy, sleeping on the huge desk on top of some seemingly very important papers. His hair was ruffled as well as his shirt. Whatever he had done before he's fallen asleep, he wasn't properly working. What the housemaster was dreaming of could not be seen, only that it wouldn't be easy to wake him up was obvious. Even the dog would be in a deep sleep, laying on its pink and yellow blanket.

The sound of ties meeting ground reached Claire. Through the car window, however, everything seemed muffled and silent. It hit the fourteen year old girl that never had a car trip appeared so long. A still sound of impatient escaped her, as she drummed the window pane in a sullen manner. The excitement, withal, caught her as she eyed the fields outside, and noticed the green landscape. Like a freshly painted picture, it was. And as the impatient sound was replaced by an astonished expression, Claire felt a smile being painted to her face -showing of a road of braces. Never had Claire wanted the braces, never asked for them. Had gotten ‘em anyway. The smile was not unwanted, however. Rather she grabbed the joyful feeling. Indeed, this scenery was something else than dull London. “Miss,” The driver said gently, glancing at her from the front seat. “We’ll be there in a minute.” Claire nodded. She blew her dark brown hair out of her green eyes, before she turned back from the window, and clutched her bag tightly. Soon there. Her bag contained her diary, some pens and rubbers, and several books. While the rest of her luggage was placed in the very back of the car, Claire had insisted on keeping these with her. Simply because she had been afraid she would bore herself on the journey.
“Miss.” The driver repeated once, and pointed out the window. A building was barely visible, hidden behind trees and whatnot. “Ahh.” Claire smiled. Yes, Rick had told her about Brighton in his letters, but still it surprised her. Brighton Collage, which she was attending. With her brother, Rick, who were there already. It would be great, simply great. Slowly but surely, Brighton came into view fully. And as they passed the final turn, Claire’s heart was beating fast like a drum – compelled to follow it’s rhythm. The driver stopped, as they reached the front of the school. The man stepped out, and opened Claire’s door, who slid out of her seat, grabbing her bag in the move. She had accurately a couple of seconds to run a hand through her, already perfect, hair, and attempt to slow down her racing heart. “Ok, Claire, calm down. Just a school. You’ll do fine.” As the driver placed her luggage on the ground beside her, and drove off, Claire were left alone, facing the enormous building. What were she supposed to do now? She grabbed her two suitcases, hoist her bag up on her shoulder, and directed her steps against the main entrance.

Right at the same second, the main door swang open with a loud noise. For a moment, only heavy steps were heard, and maybe men would already expect something gorgeos coming out of those brilliant formed doors. What came out, was a little boy with almost white hair, totally messed up, and with a striped Pyjama on. He yawned, gulped down the bad taste of sleep on his rough tongue, and walked a few steps outside, rubbing over his eyes with deep shadows under it, with a pale hand. Then, and only then, Mio spotted the girl. He looked up, stared at her for quite a long time, and even through the distance it would be easy to see, that this child was actually really weird, or just really ill. He looked ill, with the pale skin and the deep shadows under his eyes, the thin line of lips and the messy hair. The badly knitted Pyjama with so many dirt on it. There was dirt of grass and mud, also like marmalade and coffee.
He slowely walked over to the girl he had seen, not to oversee, with those bright braces in her smile. Made her smile glow, somehow. Braces sure were nice. Mio tried a smile, which was just like a little bears one, but seemed so wrong with his big dark, widened eyes, that it was almost creepy again. then he raised a hand, shy, just to let it drop right away again. no one could know it had been a wave.And then shouted out as loud as he could - which wasnt really loud at all - "you still have ten meters and 63 cetimeters to go, to come to the portal." Another step was made to the girl, closer, and closer, and the closer he would come, the more it was obvious that he wasnt only small - he was actually really really short. ´Mio had to look up at her, but when he was close enough to actually let her neck feel his breath, he had at least good view to her face, and his big eyes widened another time. "you...have HIS eyes." he muttered, smiled a bit, and again it looked more shy than really convinced. "That...Idiot."
The last word, anyway, was spoken with hatred and dislike. Obvious dislike. His voice was filled with it and got deeper and darker already. After all that person had offended people close to him. She probably wouldnt see it, but behind a tree close to them, the girl called Koi was looking shyly over to them, and Mio stared over to her and gave her a bright smile. The first honest and really bright smile in the girls presence. But then he turned his attention slowly back to her and suddenly started speaking very fast. "Are you? Rick Rodwhiles relative? That idiot? Come with me." he turned and walked to the portal he had just come through and in the direction of Leonfields quarter.

Claire stopped. Gently she willed her suitcases to dump down by her feet, and the bag to sink down by her elbow; there was a boy approaching, a tiny boy. By his first words, she took a step back, measuring about one meter; “Nine meters, and 63 centimeters,” She corrected, with a grin. The girl tilted her head by his odd appearance, and she eyed him till the very moment he reached her. Her smile faded, however. Portal? Maybe this new boy, who clearly had a taste for math, had some weird definition for the word “main entrance,” which was unknown to Claire. Then his next question followed, and her confusion turned her whole expression to an enormous question mark. His eyes? Did this boy a screw loose? Claire straightened her sky-blue sweater, rearranged her bag, before she slid one hand down in the pocket of her jeans - looking somewhat uncomfortable. Blinked a couple of times, before his next question reached her. Many questions. “That idiot happens to be my brother,” She muttered, and was just about to add 'why he was asking', when he turned around and began walking. “Hey, wait!” Claire managed to grab her suitcase, before she was forced to a near trot after the boy.

Mio nodded, actually just controlling his own words with that, and tried to smile most of the time. The ghost, named Koí, behind the tree, danced and followed after them, making the wind strike softly through the trees. Her laughing was silent, her smile only for Mio. And Mio smiled back, brightly and happy, only to her, and didnt happen to smile to Ricks sister in that way. But he did pass the grass simple and with secure steps. After all he was habituated to the campus already, and didnt even need to look up for once.
"My name is Mio." he stated after a few seconds simple, and from that point on, he talked with a difference from always around twenty seconds. "I'll take you to Leonfield." and then again: "It's the house of your brother. The idiot." He wouldnt get tired saying it. "Ill take you the housemaster." And then, when they would finally stop in front of the gate to the Leonfield house, he raised his hands, twirled around, and presented the building to her with the first really proud smile.
"To Achi!"
The name made the smile stay for some more seconds before it vanished as quickly as it had disappeared. the boy waited for a moment, then he turned to the steps and the gate again, and reached out a hand to his side, where he would hold something that the girl probably would not see. Kois hand, that was, which felt cold and still familiar and nice. he opened the door with the other hand and sneaked in, waiting inside for the girl to come after him. he wasnt in the mood to talk much after all, and he wasnt really listening to whatever, if she would say anything. he just had no need to. Instead he didnt wait long, didnt mind her suitcases, before he just turned his head to the stairs and started jumping them up, two feet on every step. "To the housemasters office, now."

"Pleasure to meet you, Mio,” Claire nodded, smiled vaguely, and reached out a hand. However, she dropped it as he continued speaking. “Leonfield? House? Oh. That’s right. And don’t call my brother an idiot, please,” Rick had told her some about Leonfield, but she didn’t remember much - something about weird people, she recalled. “Are you in Leonfield, Mio?” Claire couldn’t avoid asking. The questions surrounded her like a whirlwind, however she kept silent after that, till Mio began running up the stairs. “Oii!” Claire couldn’t run that fast with her suitcases. Thus she dropped them down beside her, and, with only her bag, ran after the little boy. “Wait!” Her breathing had turned to slight panting, as they reached the top of the stairs. As she stopped, she eyed him in the corner of her eye, noticing his weird gestures against the thin air. He seemed like he was holding something, the way one would cherish .. a hand, perhaps. Only that there was no hand in Mio’s. Some people were simply weird, Claire stated, as she, for what seemed like the twentieth time that day, ran a hand true her hair, and turned to the door In front of them.

Mios thumb pettet the invisible girls hand when he twirled around on the top of the stairs, some dust flying off of his bright, almost white hair, just to dance around freely in the air, golden in the morning light. The empty eyes of the boy followed the movement of the dustcorns for a moment in fascination, then he turned his gaze back to the girl, he himself opening and closing his lips to breath all the time. He raised a hand and pointed to the door behind him, on the top of another couple of stairs. "The office of the Headmaster." he explained, nodded then slowely. "yes. I am from leonfield." he stated then simply, walked over to the stairs again, still with his hand reaching to something in the air, and stared down the stairs to the girls suitcases. "you are to pity", he said, and turned. "And like your brother an idiot. For walking up here, you used up 50*9,81*(around 50*0,2meters) of Joule. Thats 4905. You will just use up as much as that by running down again. Makes 9810 Joule, and then you will have to walk half the way up again, with the weight of the suitcase, which makes..3422,5 Joule + 9810 J. Poor you." it was only a mutter though, his lips not really mocing much and his gaze captivated by the stairs and the suitcases down there. He had talked so fast, that it was probably hard for her to understand, or even to follow at all.
Mio suddenly turned around then again, tried a thin and small smile on the girl and twirled aroun d to the door, raising a hand to knock. "Ill stop calling your brother an idiot.", he stated too, nodded to himself and shrugged, and waited for her to say something, and give permission for him to knock on the door. "I'll knock now" he warned her.