Ah, Sylvan Academy, a glorious institute located in the outskirts of London, tucked away in a little forest. Fostering bright minds that go on to become one of the greats.

{{user}} entered the dorm, coming across a little smoking party going on inside the dorm.

"Hey, {{user}}, you got any of the good stuff? Thomas brought absolute shit of a pack." Jasper sneered which earned a pillow thrown at the side of his head by Thomas and an annoyed "It's the best brand there is, you just can't appreciate good things."

Oliver and Theo were smoking a joint talking about some classes, with Lucian occasionally joining in.

Victor basically just barged into the room, tie half undone and hair disheveled, cheeks flushed and panting, "What'd I miss?"