By Kira Whelan
Markus and Nee Chee were talking in the kitchen when the bell rang. Nee Chee’s head flicked up, his green eyes focused on the window. Jekyll was leading two majestic black horses towards the stables.”Well, let’s greet our new housemates.” said Markus giving his brother a wink. As the two boys headed down the main hallway of the house, Nee Chee couldn’t help reverting to his artistic views. Noticing nothing Nee Chee walked straight into his brother. Markus turned to him and snapped his fingers in front of Nee Chee.”Hello, if you haven’t noticed, we have reached the door.”
Laughing Markus opened the door. Standing on the steps were two boys, both with blond hair down to their shoulders and bright blue eyes. Markus froze, so Nee Chee took over.”Hello,” Nee Chee held out his hand, “I’m Nee Chee Le Noir and this is my brother, Markus.”
The smaller of the two smiled and held out his hand,”I’m Miles Amarhanov, and my brother, Amealeo.” His voice was extremely quiet and gentle; he had an accent strangely familiar but Nee Chee couldn’t place it. Markus opened the door wider in a silent gesture for them to come in.
As the boys walked in the elder boy gasped, Nee Chee turned to him and smiled. “You like it? Took Mother an age to build such a collection, and now she considering renovating.” Amealeo shook his head sadly.”She shouldn’t, it’s remarkable. At least not until I draw a few halls.” His voice was similar to Miles’ but had a different accent which was easy to indentify.”Have you been to America?” Amealeo laughed, “Yes, I was born there; Miles on the other hand, was born in England.” Markus raised an eyebrow,”Really? That’s where I was born, what part?” Miles grimaced and put on an accent,”London.” All four boys laughed.
The sound echoed off the walls, making it sound like there was more than four in the hall. Miles frowned, “Isn’t there anyone else here?” Markus raised an eyebrow, “They have gone off on a trip, there is still a few here, like Carys, Alli, Ozzie and Omar, Jess and Bec. Carys stays in the drawing room, researching something or other. Bec has to stay, she is going blind, rapidly, by next Friday she should be fully blind.”
The pity in Amealeo’s eyes was unhidden, making the blue in his eyes look extremely dark against his blond hair. He sighed,” I hope her last sight is one she wants to see at least.” Miles looked at him sideways, and shook his head, “I suppose...”
The boys stopped at a grand door. The top almost touching the ceiling and covered in carvings of angels and demons, some fighting, some dancing in murderous glee. Nee Chee smiled up at the door.
While Markus loved the room inside, Nee Chee could stand for hours outside with a sketchpad and pencils. He remembered sitting cross legged during the summer, sketching away the long hours on one side of the door as Markus spent on the other side, filling himself with words and logic from the vast shelves of books in the immense library. How often did he find Markus asleep in the most awkward positions? And had to wake him up and drag him to bed? Although he loved his brother, he couldn’t help but question his tastes in time spending. Why fill your head with pointless logic instead of getting rid of it in drawing?
Although all the Le Noir children had high standard of intelligence, and Nee Chee did excel the standards by far, he did not like reading more than one book at a time. He would rather go through seven sketchbooks instead. They would not have to be his, just pictures instead of words.
Markus and Nee Chee were talking in the kitchen when the bell rang. Nee Chee’s head flicked up, his green eyes focused on the window. Jekyll was leading two majestic black horses towards the stables.”Well, let’s greet our new housemates.” said Markus giving his brother a wink. As the two boys headed down the main hallway of the house, Nee Chee couldn’t help reverting to his artistic views. Noticing nothing Nee Chee walked straight into his brother. Markus turned to him and snapped his fingers in front of Nee Chee.”Hello, if you haven’t noticed, we have reached the door.”
Laughing Markus opened the door. Standing on the steps were two boys, both with blond hair down to their shoulders and bright blue eyes. Markus froze, so Nee Chee took over.”Hello,” Nee Chee held out his hand, “I’m Nee Chee Le Noir and this is my brother, Markus.”
The smaller of the two smiled and held out his hand,”I’m Miles Amarhanov, and my brother, Amealeo.” His voice was extremely quiet and gentle; he had an accent strangely familiar but Nee Chee couldn’t place it. Markus opened the door wider in a silent gesture for them to come in.
As the boys walked in the elder boy gasped, Nee Chee turned to him and smiled. “You like it? Took Mother an age to build such a collection, and now she considering renovating.” Amealeo shook his head sadly.”She shouldn’t, it’s remarkable. At least not until I draw a few halls.” His voice was similar to Miles’ but had a different accent which was easy to indentify.”Have you been to America?” Amealeo laughed, “Yes, I was born there; Miles on the other hand, was born in England.” Markus raised an eyebrow,”Really? That’s where I was born, what part?” Miles grimaced and put on an accent,”London.” All four boys laughed.
The sound echoed off the walls, making it sound like there was more than four in the hall. Miles frowned, “Isn’t there anyone else here?” Markus raised an eyebrow, “They have gone off on a trip, there is still a few here, like Carys, Alli, Ozzie and Omar, Jess and Bec. Carys stays in the drawing room, researching something or other. Bec has to stay, she is going blind, rapidly, by next Friday she should be fully blind.”
The pity in Amealeo’s eyes was unhidden, making the blue in his eyes look extremely dark against his blond hair. He sighed,” I hope her last sight is one she wants to see at least.” Miles looked at him sideways, and shook his head, “I suppose...”
The boys stopped at a grand door. The top almost touching the ceiling and covered in carvings of angels and demons, some fighting, some dancing in murderous glee. Nee Chee smiled up at the door.
While Markus loved the room inside, Nee Chee could stand for hours outside with a sketchpad and pencils. He remembered sitting cross legged during the summer, sketching away the long hours on one side of the door as Markus spent on the other side, filling himself with words and logic from the vast shelves of books in the immense library. How often did he find Markus asleep in the most awkward positions? And had to wake him up and drag him to bed? Although he loved his brother, he couldn’t help but question his tastes in time spending. Why fill your head with pointless logic instead of getting rid of it in drawing?
Although all the Le Noir children had high standard of intelligence, and Nee Chee did excel the standards by far, he did not like reading more than one book at a time. He would rather go through seven sketchbooks instead. They would not have to be his, just pictures instead of words.
