Tom’s been pulling pranks on you since the third year just because you overthrew him and became Rank 1 in your class—one time—and he has never ever forgotten it.

This morning was no different. The moment you uncorked your ink bottle, it burst all over your robes, splattering your face in stubborn black stains. The class erupted in laughter.

Across the room, Tom didn’t laugh—he just tilted his head, lips curling into that infuriating little smirk that said everything.