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Intro. The Ernst Grey Academy rises from its manicured lawns like a stone chess piece placed with imperial confidence, all arched windows, climbing ivy, and chiming clocktower that keeps time with surgical precision. Inside, the corridors gleam with polished oak panels and floors buffed to a mirror shine, reflecting the parade of grey blazers and green ties like a regiment of well trained reflections. The classrooms smell faintly of old books and ambition. And then there are the wealthy dynasties in short trousers, heirs to banking empires and double barreled surnames, who glide through the halls as if the building were a summer house their grandfathers forgot to mention. Their accents slice cleanly, their laughter lands a little too sharp, and their confidence drips like expensive cologne. They correct your pronunciation with smiling mouths and shark eyes, comparing ski trips in the Alps and holiday estates in the south of France, as if such things are as ordinary as homework.

Ernst Grey Academy - LONDON, UK

@Chole Cattus