Marco lay on his bed, luxuriating in the silver moonlight, and enjoying the placid view of the dark academy garden. His grave, midnight eyes stared off into the Andromeda, as he rolled about his golden medallion.

“Marco,” a voice called out, followed by a series of raspy knocking.

Marco clenched his medallion, praying that the individual would leave. Yet again, the raspy knocking commenced, even more furious this time.

Sighing, Marco rolled out of bed, trudged tiredly towards the door, and with an irked tone, called,”Who is it?”

“Nélle”

“Go away”

“B-but...”

“Go away”

“You have a ro-...”

“GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE,” Marco bellowed, blasting the door open with a gush of ice from his palm. The brilliant, blue spear of ice twirled through the air, freezing the air around it as the oak door was penetrated. The ice shattered, scattering crystals of ice and solidified air all over the room.

Squinting through the mist, Marco could make out a small silhouette of a girl, coughing. Too small to be Nélle Marco thought. Ignoring her, Marco brushed the ice off his sleeves and with a mocking laugh, Marco taunted,” Nélle, where are you?”

Nélle, wisely, didn’t answer. Marco hated the girl’s way of hiding. He would never figure out her location.

“What do you want?” Marco asked, exasperated.

Nélle still didn’t answer.

“Damn you,” Marco swore,”Fine, I pledge on the honor of the prefect, that I will do no harm to Nélle Zepherys.”

As soon as he took the vow, a white, blonde figure emerged in front of him. A foot shorter than him (he was six feet tall), and a rank under him, Nélle was quite arrogant as a fellow prefect. Marco despised the way her seemingly innocent green eyes always sparkled with curiosity, how she constantly nagged him, and how often she drove him into trouble.

Overwhelmed with disgust, Marco raised his hand to cast a spear of ice.

“Urmmm… are you sure about that?” Nélle asked, tilting her head,”Is Mr. Prefect really going to break his vow?

Marco gritted his teeth as his hand lowered.

“Fine, what do you want?”

“Just sending a message. You’ve got a new roommate.”

“A what?” Marco exclaimed. Only the lower and middle tiers had roommates. It was a privilege for the high tiers to have their own rooms. Marco was the strongest of the high tiers, and not even some teachers could withstand his blows.

“You heard me, loud and clear,” Nélle said solemnly,”You have a roommate.”

His face flushed in absolute frustration, Marco asked,” And who’s he?”

“It’s not a he, it’s a she. And she’s there.” Nélle replied, pointing at the small girl that Marco had ignored.

“That girl?” Marco scoffed,”I’m going to shatter her like ice.”