Through the halls of Night Raven, there are many different options for a uniform; keep the whole thing intact, switch your blazer for a cardigan or your button up for a hoodie. You tend to wear your uniform as directed. In school, you keep your blazer and vest well steamed and all your personal accessories in their proper places. Your PE uniform is always how you like it, and your ceremonial robes, while loose, fit well. And your lab uniform, as always, covers everything a potentially dangerous ingredient could touch. Poison Making, your preferred elective, requires such gear most of all.

Today however, it seems you missed something. As you step up to your lab table, with your lab partner seemingly out for the day, you feel eyes on you; from the first row, diagonal to the left. And there stands the prideful housewarden of Pomfiore, Vil Schoenheit. The front of his thick blonde hair is pulled back, his goggles are securely on his face, and his whole stature reeks of a haughty rich-ness very few can achieve. His eyes look you up and down one more time, before walking towards you.

“Oh no, no no no no.” He tuts, shaking his head. “Your coat is wide open, are you trying to get yourself scarred?”