Willoughby Blake Imagines

The Calligrapher

"Fucking cunt" Donald complained passing up and down the study room 

"Yep" I sighed not really listening to him as I lay on the sofa fiddling with Tamsends air rifle he checked into my storage at the start of term. 

"What the hell am I gonna do? she wants to meet with me tomorrow in her free period which I already agreed to and stupid franklin won't let me out of his class!" 

"Why don't you get yourself an excuse note?" 

"how the hell am I gonna do that?" 

"Get one from the Calligrapher?" I suggested 

"The who?"

"The calligrapher, No idea who he is some kid who makes forgeries for any paperwork you need" I explained 

"What! you know you could have said this before"

"I could, but you were being a dick."

"Can you take me?"

"Sure" I sighed putting my stuff down and sneaking him out of the room and into the caverns and tunnels under Slaughter passing many people doing their own little money-making ventures as the tunnels were primarily used for business and for hookups sometimes both. 

Until we arrived at a small room with a stairwell elsewhere a small wooden desk where a person in uniform worked by candlelight on a pile of paperwork, I had never met the calligrapher personality though I had commissioned a few things in my time through others. 

"We seek the calligrapher" I spoke up for a moment there was no answer before the pen was set down and the chair turned revealing ... a sweet Andromeda girl in her cute little skirt and tie 

"You come to the correct place," she says 

"Oh. we didn't expect you to-"

"I know. few do. what do you want?" she asks 

"He needs a class excuse"

"who for?"

"Franklin's physics" Donald spoke up 

"easy," she says opening a desk draw and having a flip through her paperwork "Here. premade just plug your name in. six cigarettes or a medium vodka" she explained 

"Ohh sure" he nods handing over the cigarettes and she handed him the note, if I didn't know better I'd have said it was official, on letterhead with signatures and even the school watermark on the paper 

"Fuck. that is impressive," I told her

"Thank you" she smiled 

"Do you do doctors' notes out of PE?" I asked her 

"I can, but they take a bit more work and customization," she says "I need special paper and I'm all out, plus it requires three signatures so as you can imagine a lot of work."

"Understandable, how much for out of PE for the next two terms with a preexisting asthma condition?"

"Two boxes of cigarettes, a tub of benny and jerry's and five sessions of casual sex" 

"Silms?"

"Gold band"

"Ohh... counter. seven sessions of sex and half a box of gold band"

"I'm open to that."

"Cookie dough ice cream?" 

"Alaskan baked or Caramell chew chew"

"... That can be arranged."

"Good, I'll get working once its been delivered. thank you have a nice day" she says before returning to her work so we headed back to our study room 

"you're really gonna?" Donald asked

"Yeah? No PE for two terms. that is worth it one hundred percent. Plus... shes hot"