Card laughed heartily at the boy, patting his back with strong hits.
"Do not lie to me, boy. Your charm may have been worth something, back in Lilycove, but you will not be so quick to do so, here."
Crane cleared his voice, before quieting his voice.
"You are here, because your father demanded it. He sees you as a failure, and frankly, that's what you are. Look around. All of these students are here, for a reason. You are the only one who was sent here, because you were found wanting. You are not here for more than an hour, and all you have on your mind is the women, and the drink."
Card patted him on the back, again, as his stern features shifted into a gentle smile.
"We're here to fix that, whether you like it, or not..."
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Lucien was laying on a cleared off table, throwing and catching an apple, to himself. After Card's speech, he propped himself up, before adjusting the open-chested shirt, and gave a smirk.
"Those of Heart! Your castle, awaits..."
Lucien pulled his hair down from the ponytail, his flowing mane of curling, luscious black locks fell to his shoulders, his crimson eyes glinting in the candlelight.



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