ARCANE SOUL
Fourteen-year-old Castiel grew up drenched in the luxury of la Canebiere's most notable and honoured family in Merseilles. All of those glass goblets, glistering chandeliers, regal feast and treats he garnered from his Father's peers sol...
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❛ ARCANE SOUL ❜
It was loud all over the class.
An obvious excitement from the boys of Lycée de Impérial as Professor McDermott announced the dismissal that'll last for the whole summer. He couldn't wait to step inside his room and sleep for the rest of the afternoon.
"All hail le Dieu. Merci." Castiel whispered then grimaced, getting the remaining sheets of papers and a book under his desk. He slowly marched outside. He's facing on the right, away from his classmates' attention and deafening voices crying à bientôt, au revoir.
He is thankful to God, no doubt to that. No Latin and Greek class. But he had to consider a lot of things to do when he got back home. What's worse is, he would probably never going to have time to do things he wanted. His brows furrowed and his jaw continue to clench.
It'll be a room of demise and hell. He thought and let out a long sigh.
"Great summer ahead, Monsieur Castiel." he shyly smiled on the old and short concierge by the entrance hall, lifting his odd-looking purple fedora hat.
