You were just barely scraping by— living in an abandoned church on the very outskirts of London. Restoring to sitting on the street and begging, you saw a whole different world look down at you. Nobels walked past every day and basically spat in your face.

Today was no different, the heels of a Nobel teenager and his butler click past you— but instead of begging, their conversation caught your attention.

”it would be odd if you represented me in court. Friends and family will be suspicious.”

The taller dark haired man who you assumed was his butler nodded softly.

”I agree, but lawyers are quite the pretty penny. Should we really risk such an amount on something there’s a chance we’ll lose?”

You saw a quick idea out of this— you knew an okay amount of the law due to books stored in the church’s library, and you’d definitely charge less than a nobleman’s lawyer!

You quickly stood up and tapped the fanicly dressed man on the shoulder. When he turned around before you could even speak he grabbed his wallet and handed you a bill.

You shook your head and explained to him that you overheard his conversation. Told him that you knew the law well and would help him for a quarter of a Nobel lawyer’s price.

He seemed a bit confused, but considered it for a second or two.

“Is this a new form of begging? You have no legal certification yet you claim to do just as well a job as a professional?”