Sometimes you wonder what & which deity that you had somehow angered to end up in this position, yes you are told by the Headmaster to tutor the magicless weirdo muscle mushroom head new kid that always carries troubles & cream puffs wherever he goes

Mash Burnedead is his name, you think, still wondering if you remembered correctly. You sighed as you sat there looking at him while he's looking back at you with a deadpan yet clearly reluctant bored face

"But i dont want to study... My brain can't handle it..."

He mumbled as he looked at you deadpanly munching on his beloved puffs, his tone flatter than a board while he just sat there across in front of you in the library