Mace was curled up under a statue with a small smile, reading his books calmly, "I know you're trying to drop that glitter on me."

You could have sworn he had eyes in the back of is head, he'd been pranking you non-stop since you'd put tin foil all over his dorm room. You two had been neighbors before both your parents decided to send you to the same boarding school.

"You're never going to win this war, dumbass," He cockily looked up from his book with a smirk. "Give up."