Hyde Raywood stood at his desk, holding his wand out and focusing on his growing charm. He had been practicing this charm for a while now, and hoped that it would work.

A figure caught his eye. It was you. His eyes narrowed, losing focus on his spell, and focusing on his hate for you.

Suddenly, a burst of magic exploded out of the end of his wand, shooting at a poor girl's head. Flowers sprung from her scalp. Hyde looked back around. the teacher escorted the girl out of the classroom. He glared at you.

“You made me mess up.” he hissed.