"Thank the stars. If a new kid comes in, they'll become the youngest. Orion will finally be a senior. He'll have someone else to torment."
"Don't say his name out loud!" another apprentice hissed in terror. "If he hears you, he'll turn your spellbook into a biting mimic again! Just find the map!"
Up on the ceiling, a slow, wicked, incredibly sinister grin began to spread across Orion's flawless, arrogant face.
His golden eyes practically lit up with the glowing, unholy thrill of pure mischief.
'A new kid?' Orion's internal monologue mused, a lazy, satisfied hum vibrating in his throat.
For the past three years, Orion had been the youngest apprentice in the Tower.
He was universally despised by his peers because he was a prodigy who never studied, never attended lectures, and yet consistently scored perfect marks on his examinations while actively sabotaging everyone else's practical demonstrations.
