And Micael found himself seating at the center of the table afront of the people he was not really familiar of, and he started to look one by one, and he was sure all of them were old, and probably had degrees right behind their lovely suits and vests waiting for the right moment to show such talent and having their hands open for the acknowledgments of his family.
Some looked with grey beard on their faces while one of them (There was three of them at the very front of Micael's face, very unfamiliar faces and he wished one of them was Mister Harry so that above was resting Amy so he could again have the time of his life) was wearing a quite monocle and the other had a top hat. They all look very different and seemed to come from different places, and he waited for them to talk as Jacob was the first one too blabber and started to introducing the Pratt family into the mysterious, elegant persons in front of him, but his eyes started looking around the room, and first at the ceiling.
There was nothing but chandeliers above while the one at the very left of his eyes were lightened with very real candles and the light seemed so natural to be coming from something very out of the open.
Micael was fascinated by the hanging steel candles and so did the natural one, and then the fine chin of his head had started to sink back down to its normal, pristine position and then the head turned sideways from his neck, and he looked at Jacob's back as Micael was hearing him blabbering about things he should not have: the journey of the Pratt family from Melbourne all through Southampton port without the greatest of difficulties and then Micael had forgotten with his eyes, and so did his ears. From Jacob's behind, he could see different trinkets from Jacob's hunting, as he was one helluva game hunter, as well.
From his seat, Micael's eyes had travelled from afar and there he saw bones of different animals and their respective skins alike. Some were neatly cut while the others seemed to had resulted from a very dull knife of his usage, but he never bothered as one's game was completely different from others. All of the trinket he had gained head adorned that very side off the wall. The skins were each framed meticulously hanged onto the wall while the bones of such animals had rested above the shelves of the brown grey cabinet, and so did some of the guns which had rusted as they were exposed from the quite great cold atmosphere of the Southampton whistles, and it looked pretty unusable but very presentable as gifts, let alone trinkets.
Some of the guns looked very old right underneath their rusty carapaces while there was one which held its very endeavors with the greatest help from a clear glass container of which it was in. It resembled the gun that of Australia's south which was used in hunting some of their dinner, from the very fine beak of the brown-colored vintage gun down to its butt. It resembled that of his grandfather's, and so he was mesmerized. With his looks stunned upon the once so many times shot gun and his body followed his eyes' lead, all of which that was left working was his auditory senses, and he heard some of what Jacob was saying right in front of the three quite of mysterious men right in the side of his cheek where one of his ears was facing, and sooner this ears had heart it and his mind had processed it quickly like a bullet of the gun he had stunned and shot with his lovely eyes and striking eyebrows.
"Oh, by the by. That piece of beautiful lad's Micael. Seventeen, old enough to handle some honking around their soon house but young enough still to continue studying. At your school, Mister Madison, there will a Prat like him and that was exactly him," and Micael was stunned no more. He then looked at Jacob's talking mouth and the quite top hat of his (which was better than his father as it was colored dark brown which he liked more than just plain which looked like something out of a squid's sac) and started to listen willingly with his ears as his turned his head away from the collection booth and went on to Jacob's.
"We know, he's late. But, he's a great student, I must say. I mean, it would be rude to reject someone and eat with them in one sitting, right?" Jacob followed, and so did Micael with curled forehead and curiosity right in the back of his throat and soon words was spewed: "I'm sorry, Mister Jacob but I can't quite follow you from the very start? Which was that you're talking about again?"
"Busy looking at the booth, eh? We're talking about the school of which you're going to be and your enrolment. Since you've travelled for quite some time in the waters, you missed some of the academic year's supposedly good calendar, and so here they are, wanna talk and have some good time, but not being threatened in any way," and then Micael proceeded into looking at the three mysterious gents right in front of him, and started talking to them one after another.
"G'eve. what's your name, sir?" Micael spoke in front of the guy with a grey beard and a bald head as he wore a very kind voice right in front of him. The three gents were wearing the very same clothing: Black suit, black vest, white dress shirt but with different accessories of their own, and maybe the same very faces (just because they were quite old than Micael expected the guests to be) and then he handed his hand to the bearded gent, of which his lips had started to separate like melted butter and soon his words had spilled.
"Your voice seems so elegant for a music school, Micael. I am Mister David, David Ivanov. I am an instructor in Southwark Conservatory of Music, and seeing you there would be something very fulfilling," said the baritone-ish voice of his and shook Micael's hand, and the other gent with a monocle on his right eye, and he followed: "Ah, yes. One student would be so happy if you would be in our school, Micael. I am Mister William Harrison and seeing you in one of our rooms would mean something," said William with the smile on both his eyes and his mouth and his hand followed, and Micael shook it with gentle sway of his arms and his eyes smiling towards William's, and they shook no more, and the last one talked briefly with his bass voice and his eyes turned from the glass right on his left towards Micael's, and he too talked.
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