George Davies' was sent away in the night so no one would know he was going to a French Catholic School. He'd heard stories about St. Louis' and despite general homesickness was excited to outwardly practice Catholicism for the first time in his fifteen year long life. St. Louis' was split in half, and he wouldn't be permitted on the Maior side of the school, but he was excited for what the school offered. A Parebant had no place in society, so in his school he would be taught etiquette, and home economics, all to lead up for a debut back in London to officially enter the dating realm, unless of course, as his father wanted, he could find a Frenchman involved in politics and shift his family's presence to a more Catholic friendly country. George had blonde curls, and large blue eyes, on a rosy face. His body was petite and he was relatively short, all of which had contributed to his position as a Parebant. Whereas Maiors were tall, muscular, and striking, Parebants were expected to be pretty. In fact they were often taunted by the Maiors who would chant, "Beaux Garçon" which was french for "pretty boy."

     Though George was most comfortable in English, he was also fluent in latin (the main language of St. Louis') and conversational in French, which he expected would be spoken during informal free time. George arrived in France, early that morning, slightly shaken from his first ever trip alone, and was taken to his room by a kindly women he assumed was a Satis, based on her position in the Parebant hall. She told him that he would be awoken by a bell the next morning and expected to be outside his room, in uniform, and ready to be escorted to morning mass, which would be followed by orientation. There he would meet his fellow Parebants, and be given his class schedule for the following day.

     His room was small, with stone walls and flooring. There was a small barred window, a wooden single bed, a dresser with a mirror, a small desk, and porcelain washstand with a cup in the corner. There was also a bedpan he hoped he wouldn't need to use, and the warden had told him of a restroom at the end of the hallway which would be emptied by the maids. George had left England in a bit of a hurry, so all he'd thought to bring was a small suitcase full of necessities, and he'd been given a uniform upon entering the school.

     The night was cold, and George's bed was threadbare, but he slept still the same, awakening to the powerful gong of the chapel bell. Following that there was a knock at the door.

     "A Maior has arrived to escort the Parebants to the chapel. Any boys not dressed in ten minutes will not be allowed to participate in the festivities." The warden said in a rushed Latin. George rose quickly from bed to dress. He began with a pair of gartered white knee socks, followed by light brown knickers; a type of pants that finished at the knee, being that full length pants were only to be worn by Maiors, then a waist cinching pair of stays, which he laced til his breath had to pass up and down rather than in and out. Following that he wore a white shirt with a rounded peter pan collar, a ribbon tie, which came to a bow at the front, but unlike a bow tie had two dangling pieces on the sides, on top he wore a maroon sweater with the school crest tucked in, and belted in place. For outerwear he had a satin navy caplet which buttoned at the neck, and had a pale blue lining, a matching navy beret, and finally a pair of navy slippers, which had a slight heel in showing of status, and presumed lack of height carried by the Parebants. His crucifix necklace was hidden under all the various layers, but it gave him joy to know he could have worn it proudly. He quickly rouged his cheeks, and put his small frilly white gloves over his hands. With his caplet all flesh, except his face, was covered by some sort of fabric.

     George exited his room, grabbing a white parasol in case it was particularly sunny, and stood at attention outside his door. Fifteen other boys in matching outfits stood at uniformly at their doors. At the end of the hall, the warden in a large red dress, stood next to a man in a navy suit with a cravat, and a bowler hat. He was probably nearing his sixties, and from the night prior George knew the man was to be their escort. Parebants were not permitted to be alone with "non-trustworthy" Maiors, and though there was a Parebant chapel, the main campus church was shared between the Maiors, and it was customary for the two factions to share a mass before being secured to their various duties. The school offered a few proctored dances, graduation, and the occasional mixed event, but otherwise Parebants and Maiors were not permitted to even see each other.

      "Parasols up." The warden called, and in a flurry all fifteen parasols were opened and placed daintily in the boys shoulders. Then the man linked arms with the warden, and the group marched to orientation in two straight lines.