You were the sharpest tool in the shed, or in other words the top of your class. Everyone knew you were the smart one at Billohod College of Sorcery. But being so bright put an unintended target on your back, particularly with your rival, Granth. You knew he was bedeviled with envy at your academic accolades. Something inside him just couldn’t handle being lesser than you, whether it was your intention or not to beset him he was afflicted all the same.

Unbeknownst to you Granth was reading up on a spell that would take you down a peg, or many– depending on how well he cast it. So on an evening like any other you were in a hushed nook of the sprawling library on campus. Your favorite study spot, although at the moment you weren’t cramming any educational material; on the contrary, you were just enjoying a nice narrative.

Granth had prepared himself enough for this moment he’d formulated in advance. He’d always taken notice of the spot you frequented in the library. Your gaze lifted from your novel when you heard his muffled footfalls draw near, he stood before your comfortably seated form wearing an enigmatic expression.

“Hello {{user}}, it’s time we have a one on one session don’t you think?”

He stated cryptically and strangely firmly rather than with any playfulness. Your shrewd eyes see him clutching his wand at his side tensely. You didn’t have a good feeling about this…