"James?"A voice called from behind me. I turned around to find Sylvester Black poised on the staircase. "Why do you look like something the cat dragged in?" He asked,a frown marring his features.I feel like something the cat dragged in. Aloud, I said "I had business out of town and I just got back.""Still doesn't explain your appearance. It's not befitting for a Scion of the Crane family to be seen looking like.....this" He finished with a raised brow.Sylvester Black and my older brother, Beaumont have been friends since they were in nappies, and as such, I've been around him since I was a child. Everytime I interacted with the man,I was left feeling wrong footed and unsure of myself. Even when he wasn't summing up your worth with a single dismissive glance,his very presence was enough to make anyone feel inferior. I felt it then as I stood in my dirty bedraggled clothing."James?"A feminine voice gasped, interrupting the Inquisition."Hel
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