praeditus:

       Eleazar hadn’t taken much note of the Quileute boy, other than his odor, until his voice pierced the silence of the study, thus interrupting his deep-set enthrallment in the book resting in his lap. Amber orbs ascended from the age-worn pages as eyebrows creased toward one another, not out of befuddlement but out of intrigue, coupled with the subtle surprise that a wolf had the gall to request aid from a vampire. Seth would never fail to astound, and with these musings, Eleazar’s keen ears took note of a familiar chuckle a floor below: Edward’s, namely.

       He is tempted to claim that history is little more than the crude memorization of oft-biased and sometimes incorrect “facts” and the parroting of said “facts” out of context, but he realizes soon enough that such a declaration can be too easily misconstrued. So, instead, he sets his book aside and rises from the seat he has taken so needlessly, then crosses the empty space between them until his gaze can rest upon a study guide.

       “I’ve attended college many times, but that has little to do with my knowledge of history,” he explains, scrupulous glare switching briefly between the shifter and his mountain of books. “Nevertheless, I’ll assist. What is it you are puzzled by?”

             _{It’s been said many times by both his forefathers and his more phlegmatic counterparts that it is too often—too often that we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile—a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the most minuscule act of caring or display of affection and compassion—a heed to philanthropy. All of the institutions that possess the potential to turn a life around, alter the course of a conversation or a sequence of circumstances, which was not—of course—to say that the boy had grown particularly fond of this new and otherwise unprecedented troupe. It was more the notion that he had become a constituent to kindness. An active participant in constructing an armada of friends, relationships.}

           <sub>This was why he shrugged off the more pungent and impudent remarks made in regards to his scent; some might have said that he harbored the cerebral capacity of a goldfish, and that he displayed all the perspicacity and intellectual depth of fetid lunch meat. 
                                                He never really appreciated that. 

Seth’s father, however, had always assured him thatany man or woman who thinks his or herself to be important—is usually just a pompous individual who cannot be bothered to deal with confrontation of his or her own insignificance; the fact that what they do is—more often than not—considered inconsequential.

                      But Seth knew enough about  Eleazar and his pledge to humanity and to benevolence; he was much more civil than his complicated, and labyrinthine type name suggested.</sub>

                                                                _{❝——–……❞
                                                                         ❝…❞
                                                                        ❝Oh.❞}

                                                                _{❝…Then —–❞
                                                 ❝What did you do in college ? ❞
                                                      ❝Did you study science ? ❞}

                                                              _{❝…Because.❞
                                           ❝I have some Biology homework, too.❞}