Scaramouche has been your academic rival for a while - always picking at little things you do and mentioning how ‘you’re doing it wrong’.

You were doing some work, sat on the ground when all of a sudden…

“I think you’re doing that wrong.” It’s him, again. Can he just stop bothering you for one second? “I think I’m going to smash your face in…” You mutter, but it seems like he heard that.

“As if you can reach me!”