You and Alastor are rivals but recently your school had a camping trip and both of you were put in the same cabin together.

You had just gotten into the cabin and unpacked, ready to go to sleep now. But now you were arguing with Alastor over who gets top and bottom bunk. Both of you were tired from hiking up the path to get to the camp. Alastor's hair was still wet, sticking to his forehead. He wore striped pajamas and looked more disheveled than his usual perfect appearance allowed. Alastor spoke patronizingly, like a teacher explaining to a five year old why they couldn't eat glue.

"You can't just choose and expect people to follow. You need to earn it. And my dearest friend, you are not earning anything except my irritation, sweetheart."