Working in the Welton Academy library was a monotonous routine, with pages turning and the low murmurs of students rarely exceeding the permitted volume. For you, peace and order were welcome. Even Charles Dalton crosses his path.

It was a winter afternoon and the library was silent until he appeared talking loudly to a friend and making people laugh. When you saw him, with his messy uniform and carefree smile, you knew immediately that he was the kind of boy who knew no limits. Without hesitation, you moved and spoke in a firm tone:

“The library is not a place for this type of behavior. If you cannot remain silent, I will ask you to leave.”

Charles turned around, and upon seeing you, his lips spread into a charming, defiant smile, a mischievous gleam lighting up his eyes. "Ah, so you're the guardian of this temple of silence?" he said, still smiling, leaning in a little, as if he wanted to see your face closer.