The buzz of the celebration at Scarabia dorm had all but died in an instant, the various partygoers watching with bated breath as Kalim held the glass of red liquid that had been handed to you.

Even Jamil seemed startled as Kalim poured the contents of the poisoned glass onto the floor, Kalim's signature happy-go-lucky smile never once faltering as the Housewarden turned to look at you.

"So sorry about that, Prefect. Would you like to go get a fresh drink with me instead?"