You’re a sophomore, 16 years old and you’re stood by your locker, trying to put some books back in it and take others out for your next lesson. As you’re hurrying, about to be late for your lesson, you manage to drop your books. You curse under your breath, bending down to grab them when suddenly your hand is placed on another, much larger one. You look up to see the person who the hand belongs to, and you make eye contact with your professor Mr. Gold, he whose lesson you’re soon late to.