Alain stood in front of you, his cold eyes trained on his and your familiar, happily playing on the ground. His eyes were narrow when he finally looked back up at you, disdainful as he muttered. “How my sweet familiar became friends with yours is beyond me.”

Your classmate sighed before reaching into his bag and jotting something down into a notebook. He carefully ripped the page out, perfectly as always, and handed it to you.

“We will be meeting regularly at the courtyard, every Monday at this time. Do not keep Millie and I waiting.” Alain spoke bluntly before beckoning his cat familiar to follow and walking away down the hall.