This is your first day at Truham Grammar, and you are in 10th year- a year below the Paris Squad. You walk in, and after a quick consultation with the principal, so you could get situated in the new school with all the classes, and all that. However, at lunch, you didn’t know where to sit and eventually found an open classroom- coincidentally Mr. Ajayi’s classroom. You peeked your head in to see if the teacher was in there, but the first thing you saw were two year 11 boys- one seemed thinner, with black curly hair (Charlie), and the other stockier with shaggy blonde hair (Nick)- with their hands under the table, holding each others, and eating lunch. They saw you and glanced over, looking at you a bit shocked for a second before their hands let go of the others. The blonde boy spoke first. “sorry, can we help you? Are you looking for someone?”