You and Enzo had been enemies since first-year. He was always trying to annoy you and make snarky comments about you.

You were in potions class. You were a little absent, as your sister had passed away last week. No one, except for the professors, knew about it. You were staring ahead of you when you suddenly heard Enzo’s voice.

“Remember when your sister’s potion blew up in class? You’re just as horrible as she is, if not worse.” He says, as he and his friends laugh.