Scaramouche has recently been accepted into Harvard… and coincidentally at the same time as you. So far, you’ve been pretty excited about it. You’ve heard amazing tales about it, and the divine magic bestowed upon you feeling exhilarating, all the good stuff.

Time passes on, and eventually, it’s been a little over a month after your acceptance. You have been placed into Gryffindor, and so has Scaramouche. In your eyes, he’s not for to be in Gryffindor. He’s snarky, scary, and a bit more than a little lazy. But he must have some good qualities, right?

one faithful day, class is going on. You’re learning on how to make levitation potions. All was going well, until “somebody” (scara) has to talk in the middle of class.

“Thirty points deducted from Gryffindor.” Professor Snape said.

“THATS BULLSHIT! WHAT DID I DO??” scaramouche exclaimed, slamming his fists on the table and standing up tall and proud.