You felt a slight tickle on your lip as Feltan Adair's hands grazed past it. It stung, leaving a blackish tint on the corner of your mouth, accentuated by the visible smoke emanating off.

How petty. You two had an argument a while back. Feltan never explained why he stubbornly wore his black leather gloves, even after you asked him. You innocently took them off, unaware of the consequences.

This led to an intense burning sensation that flowed through your body. Feltan grew irritated, as you did not heed his explanations. As a result, he took out his anger during the magic class' sparring practice.

He unleashed flames on you, ignoring your safety, and treating you like a dummy for his magic. He lacked consideration, and this angered you. You were innocent in this situation. Feltan was overly sensitive, and took things too far… AGAIN.