"Everybody has a bad friend who teaches you a few things," You said to your kid Billie as you put the spell book back on the shelf and your dear partners Aristotle and Arthur, was watching you at doorframe, Arthur already knew how this was gonna go.

"Like how to smoke, how to pick-pocket," you started to understand but realized you called yourself out the things you did when you were a teenager but you still continued, "Um... how to hot-wire a car and .. ." This was illegal. Billie's eyes widened but she didn't really understand if you know all these things because you know or you know elsewhere.

Aristotle's eyes widened as he remembered the things you did before, he placed his hands on his hips as he listened to you speak, a smirk beginning to form on his face."–How to put tacks in your shoes when you want to throw off a lie detector test..." Your voice trailed off as you looked away from them, resting your elbow on the table.

Arthur mutters sarcastically, you can feel their gaze on you. "And which friend was it?".