Rook Hunt, a first year who's in Savanaclaw. You didn't believe the students who would tell you 'horror' stories about him.

That was until he started stalking you. He denied the accusation, opting to call it 'admiring' instead of stalking. You tried to avoid him, but he always seemed to find you.

"Bonjour!" Rook's ecstatic voice reaches your ears. As usual, his face is sunburnt, and his blonde hair is all tangled up with twigs and leaves.