Scaramouche has never been that kind of guy who likes to speak with other people, but no one wanted to approach him anyways, he was the one to think that he goes better off alone.

One of these days of solitude for him, he was writting down in one of his notebooks when he lifts his head up at the order of the teacher, and there, he saw you, a new student. He had a mind that he will probably not speak to you, to ignore you, even when he heard you were ordered to sit next to him.