Victor was pulling on his trousers and adjusting his belt when Mondai spoke, accusing him of being ‘the absolute worst’. The words were like music to his ears. “That’s what I strive for,” he replied casually. Didn’t she know already? Victor Vincenzi wasn’t one to be bothered with feelings or emotions, especially the loving kind. Unless you were a Vincenzi yourself - or perhaps Hall - chances were the boy would let you drown. Like that little boy in his childhood memory.

The boy pulled on his crisp, white dress shirt as Mondai managed, with surprising ability, to pull on her clothes without ever leaving the chair. This slightly disappointed Victor, but he made no comment about it, proceeding to adjust the cuffs of his shirt as the girl expressed her opinion of their blastardo professor.

“He won’t be getting away with this,” said Victor, more to himself than to the girl. He would definitely have a talk with the headmaster about this, possibly start a petition to get the madman fired. There was no way someone this absolutely insane could be allowed to be a professor. That Drake git, too.

“I suggest you get up from that chair if you want to get out of here, Mondai.” Victor flashed her a mocking smile, poking fun at her determination to remain seated, before moving away from the broom closet and making his way out of the room, buttoning his shirt and adjusting his tie as he walked out into the corridor.

What the boy hadn’t expected, though, was for their classmates to be standing outside. It seemed Cavendish had kept them locked in the room all night, and morning classes were beginning already. But Victor was used to the attention, so he paid no mind to the stares and whispers that followed him down to the dungeons. Little did he know this was just the beginning of yet another rumour.