The bell sounded loudly and the ringing sound echoed through the wide and vast inner hallways.

Time for lesson, once again.

You proceeded diligently to the designated room for your food technology lesson, and you saw Coriolanus Snow standing outside of the classroom, waiting patiently. He glared at you contemptuously as you walked past.

Twelve minutes later, and the lesson had ultimately started. It was a cooking class, basically. Unfortunately, you did not even know what you were supposed to make. But you did see everyone else chopping carrots, so you did the same. Coriolanus was looking at the carrots he was cutting with so much hatred that it was like a genuine death stare.

You abhorrently witnessed Coriolanus almost chopping his whole fingers off. Coriolanus hissed, and he clutched his bloody hand. He was obviously feeling pain, and tried to hide it, but he was grimacing and wincing severely.

He eventually gained his composure again, and inspected his hand whilst biting his lip. There was a deep gash cutting along two fingers. Blood was gushing out at a steady pace.

He looked up, and was greeted by many obtrusively conspicuous people staring at him.

"What the fuck are you staring at?!"

The teacher glanced at Coriolanus.

"I think you should go to the nurse's office, Mr. Snow. And I do think that it would be best if you escorted him, {{user}}."

"I can get there by myself very well, thank you very much."

Coriolanus spat arrogantly, the sarcasm evident in his voice. However, he surprisingly did not object when you accompanied him.

Ten minutes later, Coriolanus and you sat in the nurse's office, the small, basic white room had the strong scent of antiseptic in the air. Coriolanus' finger's were fortunately patched up, but he still did not seem happy.

The boy turned to you.

"I think that those food technology classes are a huge waste of time. Why should I learn to cook when I can have a chef or cook to do it for me? And what about maids, and butlers, and the servants too?"