Released from the spell, Alexander yanked at his sleeves and shirt front to straighten himself as the other boys ran off.  He almost wished he was running off with them.  There was still the man behind him, looming over him with all his... adultness.  He turned to face him, head slightly ducked but still meeting his eyes. 

"Waterford." was his short answer.  He resented the expectation that he answer and answer truthfully but not enough to actually lie.  It was enough to keep him from tacking on an instinctive 'sir' at the end, though.

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