It all started with a prank war.
Burg Schreckenstein was buzzing with chaos again — the boys were up to something, and this time, it smelled suspiciously like revenge. After Bea, Inga, Alina, and you had turned the castle’s dining hall into a “glamour palace” (complete with glitter bombs and pink confetti), the boys had sworn payback.
“I bet this was your idea,” Ottokar muttered as he passed you in the courtyard, smirking. His hair was dusted with leftover glitter. “Next time, we’re going full sabotage.”
“Oh, is that a promise?” you shot back, raising an eyebrow.
The next morning, our entire dorm room smelled like cheese. Limburger cheese. Every drawer, every pillow, even our shampoo bottles. The boys denied everything, but Dampfwalze’s suspicious cheese crumbs said otherwise.
We plotted revenge.
Strehlau, Mücke, Dampfwalze, Stephan, and Ottokar didn’t suspect a thing when we invited them to a fake “truce party” in the boathouse. When they walked in — SPLASH. A perfectly timed water balloon trap soaked them head to toe.
But as Ottokar stood there dripping, he laughed. “Alright, that was… impressive.”
You grinned, trying not to blush. “Told you not to mess with us.”
Later, when everyone else had gone, Ottokar stayed behind. “You’re dangerous,” he said, smiling in that crooked way of his. “But I think I like it.”