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[thedevamper]

Nikola Tesla was not a boy, man, boy to be trifled with. He might have only been sixteen, thank you birthday for at least adding some dignity to his youth, but he was not someone that you deliberately annoyed. Not unless you wanted to keep your fingers, your car, your pride or whatever it was that you held precious. And someone had made an enemy of Nikola today and for that someone was going down.

"Really Nikola, you're taking this rather personally old sport. School prank, freshmen hijinks."

Nikola scowled at James as he tried to comfort him. Comfort him! Nikola Tesla! Shrugging the hand off his shoulders, Nikola gathered his papers before slamming his locker shut and storming towards the changing rooms.

"This is ridiculous, hand me that towel." Nikola ordered one of the freshman, removing his ruined shirt. Discarding his cufflinks as he began to strip, Nikola examined his beautiful, handsewn, expensive shirt. Slushied. He had been slushied due to his stature and age they had thought that he, he, was one of those ridiculous freshers. Swearing in his mother tongue, Nikola looked up at the other boy in the room about to rant before pausing. Ah, it had to be him didn't it? "Towel, please."

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[alcuin]

Alcuin did not as a general rule expect the other students to remember his name. He missed a great deal of school, traveling, catching up with the help of private tutors. And indeed, he had only been back for a few days, after being gone for almost the entire month due to New York fashion week.

This did not mean, of course, that he did not know them, and he'd always had a keen memory for names and faces. But Nikola Tesla stuck out for him anyway, the boy his age who was so clever he was already a senior.

Alcuin had just been wrapping a towel around his own waist, about to go to the showers after running during gym class, when he saw Nikola walk in and then make the demand of him. He wordlessly picked up another and handed it to him.