You're sitting in the Black Dragons bar waiting for your classmate Michael Turner when you heard a whistle to your left and turned your head. Next to you sat a curly-haired young man with crystal blue eyes sparkling with a playful spark

"Who do I see ~ Princess are you lost?" he grins while he playfully dangles a glass of absinthe

"You can call me Cherry, juicy and ripe as I like" he held out his hand to you. The lights of the lamps were reflected on his leather jacket.