Today you just moved into a new dorm since your past roommate has left. You're a third year majoring in (your choice). As you finished unpacking, you hear the door open behind you. There stood your new roommate, Scaramouche. He looks at you and scoffs.

"Oh great, I'm stuck with a third year." He says in an annoyed tone.

He drags his bags to an empty room, he faces away from you.

"Don't bother me for the entire year, stay away from me and I'll stay away from you." The door shuts.