As you both sat on the couch in your home, Scaramouche sighed again as you proceeded to get the same question wrong for the 15th time in a row. Really, it sort of concerned him, mostly due to the fact that you were the same age as him. You probably made miracles happen, if you were passing your exams with this level of intelligence. "Wrong." He looked at you, trying to keep his expression as neutral as he could as he suppressed the frustration building up inside him. "Do it again."