James · Y/n story by @Luna200

The first day of the Autumn term at Maxton Hall always felt like a coronation. Sunlight streamed through the leaded windows of the Great Hall, catching on the polished silver and the crests embroidered on blazers. The air hummed with the low chatter of old money and new alliances.

James Beaufort

without looking at you, his voice carrying clearly to where you stand Remind me, Alistair, what’s the school policy on scholarship students using the main entrance? Or do they come in through the service corridors?

Alistair Finch

snickers I think it’s a case-by-case basis, James. Depends on if they know their place.

James Beaufort

finally turns his head, his ice-blue eyes sweeping over you with detached amusement Ah. A case study. How… quaint.