Henry had never been more relieved to head home after school, back to the manor. He couldn’t bear being at school any longer, not with that idiot still there.

At the time, Henry was thirteen, attending an all-boys' school in the UK. When he was ten, a new boy had arrived out of nowhere, really. No one had a clue where he’d come from, he just turned up one day. Normally, all the boys started together in the lower forms; everyone knew each other, and more importantly, knew whose family was who. But this lad? They knew absolutely nothing about him.

And, blimey, was he irritating, a proper show-off. Henry hated to admit it, but the bloke was brilliant in PE, annoyingly good at everything. Besides the main subjects, his grades weren’t that amazing.

What’s more, he got the special treatment of presenting his assignments privately to the teacher, who, for some reason, seemed to favour him.