Tim seethed from his side of the room, rifling through his piles of dirty socks and discarded papers. He was a genius. One of the greatest minds to ever grace the Royal Academy of Magicks. An elemental magic expert, capable of casting various advanced spells with ease. Complex problems unraveled quickly in his brain. Intricate magic circles were child's play. But keeping his room clean and free of clutter? Remembering where he'd put things five seconds ago? One might as well ask him to grow an extra head. "Not a word. Not. One. Word," he grumbled, scowling.

It was bad enough that he couldn't find his completed assignment in the chaotic heap of random stuff strewn across his side of the floor, but he could also feel his roommate—his academic rival, the one person capable of matching his intellect—mocking him from across the room. This assignment was important; if he failed to turn it in, his grade would drop, and he'd lose his spot as valedictorian at the Academy. To his damn roommate!