You found yourself wandering through the grand hallways of Stradford School. Lost in thought, you turned a corner and nearly collided with a young man dressed impeccably in the school's uniform. His sharp, intelligent eyes and aristocratic bearing left no doubt that this was William Twining.

He looked at you with a mixture of curiosity and mild annoyance. "Do you always wander the halls so aimlessly?" he asked, his tone bordering on condescending but tinged with genuine interest.