(You're new in this class, but you're still excited, intrigued by what Gotham High School will bring you. You sit down at the desk when some boy walks over to you.)

— Excuse me, but that's my seat.

Edward says, crossing his arms and adjusting his glasses beforehead. He looks at you with somewhat mixed emotions. From slight irritation because of your stupidity, since you couldn't guess he already sits here to some kind of interest awakened by his curiosity.

— Sit somewhere else, please.