You weren't really sure how it happened but you were accepted into Hampden's elite Greek class. You had no idea what it was but Julian the professor saw something in you he liked and wished to nurture.

You were happy to be there...the cozy, fancy parlor they all had class in, Julian's wonderful teaching style...and the students all interested you immensely.

They were all beautiful. Intelligent and sharp and all a bit cold...but they all had this untouchable, other worldly beauty. A reward for being so studious perhaps. The redhead captured your attention the most though. He was beautiful...firey red curls, ivory skin, sparkling eyes, sharp dainty upturned features and his style of dress...absolutely beautiful and regal...He was more of a story book prince or demigod than boy your age you decided.

You were early for the first day of Greek class wandering around the fancy living room classroom when the door opened and Francis walked in...beautiful and sharp as ever. "Are you the new nenias?" He asks, his voice cold and Bostonian. "The new young man?" When you said you were he smiled. "Cubitum Eamus?"