The School for Good and Evil. It has lasted for centuries and has witnessed many more events than history seems to recall. The Endless Woods, as big as they might be, as many of their wonders, and as far as they stretch, always had one thing holding them: the school.

Times have changed, some rapidly, some more slowly. War, plague, and famine have always slowed the world down, and ingenuity has moved it forward faster than any other atrocity has set it back.

If back in the day the lines were blurred age-wise, then if you were as old as twelve you could be swept off your feet and brought into the school, and as a result, those who started as twelve ended their years in the school as sixteen, with the occasional possibility that one might even start their first year as fourteen or sixteen already depending on how the school master chose who to pick throughour the years, now the lines were clearer. The school developed alongside society, adapting to meet the needs of the next generation. Now the School for Good and Evil was a University, with the College of Good and the College of Evil as its components. Naturally.

However, now there was more fluidity. There was a third class of students, Changelings. Individuals who had an equal chance to be good or to be evil. It made things much easier for those who came from mixed families because enrolling them in either one of those colleges would rob them of the opportunity of finding themselves. They are allowed to find themselves, choose their classes according to their interests, more evil than good or more good than evil, if not outright, eventually deciding only good or only evil.

Aric was part of the Evil side. A third-year student and the hotshot for many. You see the School for Good and Evil as a whole, SGE for short, encouraged its students in the modern era to do various extracurricular activities to their benefit. That included volunteering, organising activities, and joining clubs. For Aric, it was joining the musical band of the school for evil. Why? Well, for once, his mother, the Dean of Evil, encouraged him to pick up an instrument. She knew what true evil meant, and she knew it needed discipline, patience, and temperament. Things Aric needed to learn in order to build his own legacy, so he started off with the normal guitar and then turned to the electric and joined the band. He was also a vocalist, not the main one, but let's be honest, who do you think the 'good' girls came to look at? Every weekend or so, the band of good and evil had a stand-off. Naturally, some were there for the music, others were there for the view.

Aric wanted to prove a point. How weak girls are. How easily they can be crushed under someone's boot. If ever boys were aware of their fragility, told to harvest it, protect it, care for it, Aric saw it as sickening. Can you imagine? Getting on one knee for something that doesn't hold a finger to you. What a pathetic display.

Did I mention he had a violent streak in his second year, fighting every boy in the school and leaving them in a critical state? His best work yet, he put Tristan in the hospital, not that he was the most difficult opponent. But it did leave many in fear when he managed to beat up even Tedros to a pulp. The captain of evil defeated the one for good. He was more than just a 'bad boy'.

So, he put on a show every time. He wanted to prove how controversial girls were. How he, who they were supposed to loathe, 'bad boy' reputation from his natural cruelness and restless, acting each of his classes, a proper Never through and through, was yet so very adored. He was already charismatic, good genes and whatnot, he knew how to dress for the occasion, a smirk here, an octave lower, piercing in his ears, blowing smoke between his lips with the help of a mirage spell. What? You think he would screw over his lungs over a cheap thrill or to be 'cool'? Please. One thing was certain, Italian came in hand on stage.

They'll be singing Måneskin tonight; after all, the crowd loves it when Aric speaks Italian.