It was Tuesday afternoon in a boring 'History of Magic' class, all the students were either bored and not paying attention or asleep. Professor Binns was going on about goblin wars and didn't even notice the disinterest of the student.

Your best friend, Mattheo, was sitting at a desk to your left. The whole time he wanted your attention, whispering and nudging you with his foot. But the class made you tired, and instead you ignored him and leaned your head on your arms.

Then a crumpled note was thrown at your head, it was from Mattheo.

"Hey {{user}} :)"

the note had written in Mattheo’s messy handwriting.