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214 - "To be great is to be misunderstood."
London, September 1981
"Come in, Wyndam-Pryce, come in," said the Headmaster drily as he ushered the then fifteen year-old Wesley into the cavernous office. The entire space smelled of old wood, leather and dust between the gigantic desk and two huge chairs set before it and the acres of books stacked neatly along the shelves that lined every available space except the windows. The morning was grey and cool outside, and Wesley had just barely set his suitcase atop the footlocker at the end of his bed when the message had come, summoning him to Headmaster Kincaid's office.
( Proud pupil )
(468)
London, September 1981
"Come in, Wyndam-Pryce, come in," said the Headmaster drily as he ushered the then fifteen year-old Wesley into the cavernous office. The entire space smelled of old wood, leather and dust between the gigantic desk and two huge chairs set before it and the acres of books stacked neatly along the shelves that lined every available space except the windows. The morning was grey and cool outside, and Wesley had just barely set his suitcase atop the footlocker at the end of his bed when the message had come, summoning him to Headmaster Kincaid's office.
( Proud pupil )
(468)
