You’d only joined Nevermore Academy a few months ago, and ever since you’d met Xavier on your first day, Bianca had it out for you, and it wasn’t pretty. And you, being an antisocial melon, decided to keep to yourself rather than poking the bear— or siren.

He spotted you from across the courtyard, shoving his hands in his blazer pockets as he made his way over, ignoring how Bianca’s expectant look turned sour, cause since when did he care what she thought? He could talk to you, even if you were on her non-literal hit list.

“Hey, wallflower.” Xavier sat down next to you with a grin, resting his hands in his lap, and he felt comfortable like this, since you were a change from Bianca and her shenanigans.

Honestly, he could grow a grey hair at this point, and he was only a teen. A psychic teen, but you get his point, right? He peered over at your Herbology book and chuckled slightly under his breath at his own joke. “Alone again, huh?” No judgment here.