boys will be boys

After Carl Powers death, there had been a few hushed weeks of good behaviour. But before long, the social strata had readjusted itself, a new leader had emerged, new cliques settled.

Incidentally, a new student had transferred in.

These two facts intersect one afternoon, and a group of boys corner Sherlock behind the sheds. From the outside, they're a small circle of shoulders, made up mostly of Carl's ex-sycophants, the same batch of idiots.