It was a stupid game for bored children, at least, that’s what she kept saying to herself from the moment she overheard her sibling telling their little sister about it over tea. Amarantha had better, more mature things to be doing, such as doing the summer homework she had, heading back to the Flint Institute before their social mixer that afternoon, or pestering Mr. Flint in the institute’s library until he gave her something worth studying. And yet... here Amarantha was, her pristine white status band tied to her wrist like a bracelet, eyeing Miss Victoria Greyback like she was her prey with her yew wand in hand.

It was Thursday which meant today was meant to be a safe day anyway, but the only rule stopping her was one built on peer pressure and Amarantha felt rules were meant to not just be broken, but to be shattered. “REDUCTO!” Amarantha called out, a smirk on her lips; of course, there were much calmer spells that would have worked against her opponent, but she had a flair for the dramatic. Unfortunately, or, at least unfortunately for Amarantha, Victoria ducked in time for the spell to blast apart a bunch of wooden crates stacked near the door of the quill shop, causing their contents to spill out. Her wand was quickly put away and she gave an innocent smile to the younger year as she approached her, “That was the point, dear.”