Amadeus bit his lower lip, scratching the back of his mussed up hair as he stared intently at his book of runes. The week's homework had been a challenge for the seventh year, one who usually gleamed through his coursework with ease while his peers struggled for guidance. He looked up, tapping his fingers impatiently on the mahogany wood of the round table that he sat near. Deus needed a distraction. He had been working on his runes essay for... his eyes traveled to the clock that was neatly settled on the mantelpiece... three hours and he still wasn't close to finished. Sitting up straight and running a quick hand through his blonde hair, he corked his ink bottle and pushed the large book, his quill, and his many rolls of parchment to the side.

Amadeus was in need of some entertainment. The only question was, who would be the one to provide it?