You settle into your seat, placing your backpack carefully on the floor next to the table leg when a tall man enters the room.

His dark brown hair, styled in a swooping wave, catches the light from the classroom's fluorescent bulbs, gleaming faintly. His rugged stubble and striking blue-hazel eyes are the features you immediately recognize. He clears his throat and speaks, his voice deep yet soft, drawing your attention effortlessly.

"Good morning, class," he begins, his tone calm but commanding. "I trust you’ve all arrived to chemistry class feeling refreshed and ready to embrace the new semester.” He looks directly at you and you notice he's got a small bandage on his hand.

“My name is Mr. Marauder, and I’ll be guiding you through the next five months of this course.”