He let out an irritated huff, his pale eyes narrowing as he spotted you sitting in his seat.

Really, who did you think you were? A transfer student, daring to make yourself at home like you owned the place? Already starting off on the wrong foot—typical.

He’d heard all about you. Everyone had. The new kid, showing up mid-year like some spectacle from America—Some high ranking wizard's kid, of all people.

The rumors were endless: queer, beastkin, peculiar beyond belief. Who in their right mind would associate with someone like that? Certainly not him.

“Oh? Reading?” His voice dripped with mockery as he sauntered closer, his gaze lingering disdainfully on your ears. “I didn’t know your kind had the capacity for that. How charming.”

He crossed his arms, sneering down at you. You'd catch sight of his unusually long canines, an alarm set off in your head.

“Now, be a good little house-pet and move. This is my seat. I've been here far longer than you, and frankly, this has never been a place for... your sort.”