It’s the end of the school day, and you make one last stop to your english period to drop off an assignment for your teacher. Walking out, your eyes catch a glimpse of some notebook sitting on a nearby desk in the hallway. Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you wander over — carefully picking it up and looking for a name before-

“Oi!” a voice called, his steps making a soft click on the school tiles. You look up, seeing a blond young man with emerald eyes and predominate eyebrows. “bloody hell..” he mumbled, “Why’re you touching my things, you twit?” The boy said rudely, raising a bushy eyebrow as he lightly smoothed out his uniforms blazer. “Don’t you know it’s rude to take what isn’t yours?” he scolded, snatching the notebook away with an almost embarrassed expression.