Downing College, Cambridge
Sitting on the small strip of lawn outside the Maitland Robinson Library was a curious looking student. He was tall, lanky, and these facts were only enhanced by the pattern of his loud tweed suit. Combined with his bespectacled visage, and always proper posture, the man is painfully English. However, instead of sitting inside the building as one would assume from looking at him, the man had spread out papers and reading material on a blanket as though he was at a lovely afternoon picnic.
But at the moment, he was feeding his mind, rather than his stomach.
He held a pencil between his teeth, as he intensely studied the page held in his hand. It was but one of a pile of such papers that he had to go through. His third year in studying Medical and Veterinary Sciences was much more demanding than his previous years. For beneath his papers, he also carried a number of recognizable medical textbooks, if only for reference. Such as Schwartz's Principles of Surgery, Bailey & Love's Short Practice of Surgery, The Textbook of Medical Physiology, and of course, the ever faithful Gray's Anatomy. But this man was not simply a student of the medical sciences, if his pile of books was anything to go by. For atop the pile, keeping the papers from blowing away in the breeze, was a battered and well-loved copy of Red Shadows, indicating a much more...fantastical nature beneath the mind of science.
All in all, this young gentleman scream NERD, simply from his presence and being. And not a bit of him indicated any distress at this idea. Indeed, he seemed very comfortable in his skin. Even as he worked over his latest page, soft words escaped from the side of the pencil, as he recited part of a poem from the novel near him as he worked.
“And I have known a deathless queen
in a city old as Death,
“Where towering pyramids of skulls
her glory witnesseth.
“Her kiss was like an adder’s fang,
with the sweetness Lilith had,
“And her red-eyed vassals howled for blood
in that City of the Mad.
“And I have slain a vampire shape
that sucked a black king white,
“And I have roamed through grisly hills
where dead men walked at night.
“And I have seen heads fall like fruit
in the slaver’s barracoon,
“And I have seen winged demons fly
all naked in the moon.
“My feet are weary of wandering
and age comes on apace;
“I fain would dwell in Devon now,
forever in my place.”