The students filled the corridors of dormitories. A mingling of voices: rowdy youths who were either catching up with their friends, or striving to integrate themselves into the new environment of Welton.

A hand pushed the door open, as a smug face came into view; edges of his mouth turned to a smirk.

"Rumor has it, you did summer school." Charlie went inside, sat down to Neil's mattress with a sneer to Neil and the others — a cigarette dangling on his lips.