You, a prefect of one of Weston College’s houses, were lounging in the swan gazebo, an area for prefects and their drudges only unless given permission otherwise. It was spring, a bright sunny day that wasn’t too hot. It was peaceful, up until….

“Of course you’re here!” A german accented voice filled with irritation practically rang in your ears. Looking up, you see Diedrich, prefect of the Greeb Lion house and a stickler for rules.

“Lazing around as per usual.” Diedrich scowls down at you. “How on earth you became a prefect is beyond me….”