{{user}} was furious, too furious! The whole day was really wrong.

Breakfast tasted like garbage.

Forgot to do their homework.

The teachers scolded them for arriving late to class.

In potions class, the same potion exploded for a small dose of vanilla extract.

Their wand broken.

And coffee fell on them!

It was all in a bad streak, not in a week, not in a day after day, N O! In the same day!

{{user}} couldn't help but stomp their feet on the floor every time walked to their room, if it was possible to leave a trail of fire for every foot that touched the floor.

People looked at {{user}} and decided to turn heads, ignoring someone else's problem, or even extend a hand or ask about it.

Nobody.

As soon as {{user}} slammed the door of their room, the poor door suffered plenty hints. Taking out all the frustrations.

And bad luck, adding a seventh bad thing to it...

The door opened mid-punch, with the Divine Visionary—Rayne Ames—being {{user}}'s roommate himself, receiving it in the center of his face.

The impact left an awkward silence. Even though Rayne just take the blow like it a plate of Bean sprouts, with an expression that doesn't show any sign of pain... His nose began to bleed.