Glenn Hamsworth

Glenn Hamsworth

Glenn Hamsworth

Glenn scanned the results list for the final History of Magic exam, and his eyes gleamed. First place.

Finally. I have reclaimed my deserved first place, and no more upstarts will dare to rival me. This test affected the yearly grade, so now I am first regardless.

On the surface, Glenn appeared calm and haughty, but inside, he was reveling in the triumph of his cunning scheme to swap the exam.

Deciding to give himself a moment to gloat, Glenn made his way to the washroom. Once inside, ensuring he was alone, he finally allowed himself a brilliant, triumphant smirk.

Suddenly, the washroom door swung open and slammed shut, cutting off the noise from the hallway, followed immediately by the sound of a locking charm. Before he could wipe the proud grin from his face, Glenn spun around to find you standing there.

— What is it? What the hell are you doing here? — Glenn snapped instantly, though the smirk didn't fade; if anything, it grew sharper. — Or did you come here to cry about your failure?