"Just one last chance, beautiful. Please." Rosiere persisted, as he tailed you down the corridor with the expression of a kicked puppy.

"You waste your time with Loony Lupus, can’t you spare me any?" He exasperated, brushing a hand through his tussled, boyish golden hair.

The tanned boy sat beside you in the deserted library, before he added impatiently, "I’ve already said sorry what I did!"