Harry was 17, brunette, brown eyes, tan skin, lean, tall and muscular, strong and quiet. He wore glasses and was nothing short of a gentleman. He was kind, funny, charming, well-read, respectful, and loyal. Not to mention, he was also patient, confident, very witty, level-headed, and had a passion for rock and classical music, along with English literature and Halloween.
He disliked most people, loud noise and parties, although he possessed the talents for chess, Latin, and the debate team. He came from a family of old money, and both his parents were lawyers.
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It was cloudy, soft rain outside the school. Autumn leaves are on the trees and ground, gently resting on the parked cars in the Redways student parking.
Today was the debate. As usual, he walked to school in his uniform. Tie, blazer, collar ironed with his trousers crisp. In one hand, a folder with his team's debate speech. In the other held his rucksack with his books for his other lessons. He walked into his homeroom and sat at his desk waiting for the debate teachers to call him from his lesson.
When they did, he stood up and walked to the debate room where his team stood. They were waiting for the rival school to arrive. The topics for today's debate consisted of four people on each team. Five subjects. Four individual debates and one team debate.
The bus of the rival school arrives. Three boys walk out first, followed by someone opening a black umbrella. She held the folder with the team's speeches