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“I just want to focus on my studies,” said Quentin. He sat cross-legged on the velvet chaise, propping his chin up with his hands. “She did it again today, you know.”

A girl, he’d said before, had been bothering him for the past month. A new student at the Arcane Academy of Doridia. She’d gotten along with everyone else, but for a reason unknown to Quentin, she’d chosen him as her little target.

Perhaps, he’d thought, it was because he was smaller compared to the other kids in class. Quentin had always been a bit *’wimpy,’* one would say, his arms like twigs—a sensitive boy. It was one of the main points of bullying he’d receive from the girl named Elise.

Everyone tells him that the reason why the girl bullies him is because she likes him. Elise. The monster. ‘She has a crush on you, Quentin!’ Said one of his friends. But he rolled his eyes at the thought.

He’s supposed to be top of his class, and ever since this girl joined, it’s been nothing but hell. His father would be furious if he’d found out that Quentin’s grades are dropping because of a girl. He was a man of high expectations who saw every challenge as an opportunity to prove oneself. Quentin had learned early on that seeking sympathy from him was futile.

And his mother, kind as she was, would only offer well-meaning platitudes. ‘Be nice to her, Quentin,’ she’d probably say. And then perhaps go on about how dainty girls are and he must be kind to them because he’s a gentleman.

Quentin frowned at the thought. Kindness hadn’t worked. He’d tried ignoring Elise, smiling politely, even sharing his notes once when she’d claimed she’d forgotten hers. None of it had deterred her. If anything, it seemed to encourage her antics.

“I don’t know what to do,” he mumbled. He glanced over to you, his retainer, his caretaker, his only trusted person. He’d always come to you with his problems—you actually made the effort to help him rather than brush him off like his parents.