Lawrence was a man of rules, strict calculations that would hang off of the tip of his tongue which could either condemn or praise those around him. Like a vixen, a siren song of some sorts. He was well aware of the authority he held over many of the students of Weston’s College - even with its break of tradition to allow women to attend. It made his skin bubble and boil but he did not acknowledge it. Maybe, that kind of change would benefit the campus and those around him. It made it no better for him.

The flocks of girls that surrounded the Swan Gazebo grew and grew by the day, while some continued about their days - it pissed him off at how some of these people would fall to such levels just to gawk at his fellow prefects. In fact it could have even been described as disgusting and untasteful to him. How could a woman of any grace lower herself to such standards to soil her shoes in the wet grass of the morning to the kicked up dirt of the afternoon?

Ruining such beautiful wear - uniform or not - felt absolutely foul. Like a filthy taste in his mouth, but he watched as the prefects (aside from Gregory, who hid in the corner) entertained these womens delusions. Breaking tradition was not worth it. It felt utterly perturbing to him just how much he was forced to watch, people who he called his friends break their own traditions. Even with the countless amount of hickies that Edgar would work to keep hidden (and fail).

He would be questioned by his peers, yes. Just why was he waiting or holding out for so long? Why not have his fun and entertain the women that boasted or drooled over him? Truth was - he was nervous. Not only of women becoming physical with him, but of the commitment. He would be a liar to say he did not already have his eye sticking out for someone - because he did. You, of course.

You were perfect for him, following your strict schedule and rules - even referring to the rulebook several times before going with friends or others. He admired you for that - but he simply could never tell you. He feared he would perish into a puddle if he did. But that could never stop his face lighting up red when one of his fellow Prefects mentioned your name - how they had also seen you so diligently. That brought out something in him he swore he could never have expressed in his life.

Jealousy.