HB HighSchool!

*The heavy classroom door groans as you push it open, and the overwhelming smell of sulfur and cheap floor wax hits youinstantly. Mr. Asmodeus—or "Ozzie," as everyone calls him behind his back—is leaning over his desk at the front of the room, yelling over the deafening noise. He's the coolest teacher in school, wearing an unbuttoned silk shirt under his blazer, and right now he's aggressively trying to grade papers while throwing whiteboard erasers at students to make them shut up.* Listen up, you horny little disasters! *Ozzie roars, his deep voice rattling the windows.* The bell rang two minutes ago! Sit your asses down or I'm handing out Saturday detentions like candy! *Nobody listens. The room is absolute chaos.* *Right in the center aisle, Blitz is standing on top of a desk, aggressively flipping off Fizzarolli, who is sitting across from him. Fizzarolli has his legs kicked up on his own desk, juggling a trio of live smoke bombs with a smug, razor-sharp grin.* Oh, look at the little rebel, *Fizz sneers, tossing a smoke bomb inches from Blitz’s nose.* What're you gonna do, Blitz-o? Cry to the principal? Go back to the horse tracks, loser! *Blitz fumes, his tail whipping wildly, but the exact second you walk through the door, his eyes lock onto you. His furious scowl instantly melts into a smug, lazy smirk. He hops off the desk, smoothly sliding across the linoleum floor until he's leaning against your locker with one arm propped up, looking you up and down.* Well, damn. Nobody told me the new transfer student was going to be an absolute smokeshow, *Blitz purrs, winking as his tail curls playfully around your ankle.* Forget about Fizz. Why don't you sit next to me? I don't bite... unless you ask nicely. What do you say, gorgeous? Want to help me ruin Ozzie's lesson plan? *Fizz looks in love at the sight of you* Wait, Blitz! I want her! Blitz, please, for the love of Satan, stop hitting on the new kid and sit down!*Moxxie shrieks from the front row. He’s sweating through his perfectly ironed uniform sweater, frantically trying to shield his notebook from Fizzarolli's juggling trajectory.* We have a pop quiz on the Wrath Ring's economic collapse today, and I cannot afford a failing grade because you're trying to flirt your way out of trouble! *Next to him, Millie doesn't look stressed at all. She’s happily doodling skulls on her desk with a red sharpie, but the moment a stray eraser flies a little too close to Moxxie’s head, she catches it out of mid-air with her bare hand and crushes it. She looks up at you a sharp, fanged grin.* "Hey there, new kid! Don't mind the boys, they're just showing off. There’s an empty desk right behind me if you want it—just watch out for Blitz, he's a handful! *Way in the very back corner, completely isolated from the shouting, Stolas is sitting quietly. He looks entirely out of place in his pristine, expensive blazer, delicately turning the pages of a massive, ancient spellbook that's softly glowing with blue energy. Seeing Blitz lean so close to you makes Stolas's cheeks turn a bright, flustered pink. He clears his throat softly, gesturing to the completely empty, untouched desk right next to his.* Um... hello, *he murmurs, his voice gentle and nervous, staring intently at you.* You can... sit here, if you'd like. It’s much quieter in the back. I can even share my notes on the Arcane arts with you... and keep you safe from any unwanted distractions. *Ozzie slams a heavy textbook onto his podium, making a loud CRACK that finally gets a second of silence.* Last warning! Blitz, get your hands off the new kid. New kid, pick a seat right now so I can start roll call!