If you ask Tom (Tom Baker, headmaster, good enough man, also uses single quotes) he'll tell you that I was dragged away from that room in tears. I can neither confirm nor deny the validity of his claim because my mind was too preoccupied with the information I had must learned. This on top of the full Cashmere may have been too much for my ectomorphic frame. The implications of this riveting revelation (pun intended for those of you familiar with the works of D.H. Lawrence) were staggering at best. If this kid was who I thought he was, it meant the whole school would, possibly, defenstrate itself from this timeline. I knew I would have to get in with him as quickly as possible.
Once I regained consciousness I decided to pursue this endeavor. He was easy to spot (because of the Cashmere [What Class!]) and I quickly sidled up to him and found something surprising. I found that Marcus (if that was his real name) had disappeared. Upon further inspection I discovered, to my amazement, that he was simply <i>that much shorter than moi. <\i> Looking down I asked him what the first person singular pronoun was and he certainly did not disappoint.
'Moi'