Caspian’s POV
If there’s one thing Ari is annoyingly good at, it’s getting under my skin before meals. That morning he managed to argue with me over the dumbest thing—who walked faster down the hallway. He swore I had shorter legs. Me. The nerve.
So, naturally, I spent ten minutes reminding him that I could cross the hall in three strides while he needed five. He didn’t take it well, which only made me push harder, because watching his face twist like a tomato about to explode? Priceless.
Of course, before I could fully win the argument, the Headmaster’s booming voice interrupted. “Everyone, to the hall.”
Perfect timing.
By the time he finished whatever sacred announcement he thought was worth skipping breakfast over, the day had practically limped into lunch. Ari and I dragged oursel
