Kylian hadn't been kidding when he said I was practically going to be his manservant.
It was now in my job description to get the clothes in his hamper laundered personally.
I had to be expecting a call from him - sending juniors to my room or leaving notes - at any hour of the day to handle any of his bizarre errands.
Honestly the boy was an obsessive guy when it came to details about his living space and an annoying perfectionist.
His roommate (fifth and sixth years get only one), was hardly ever in the room that I thought at first he'd somehow gotten out of having one.
I had detention for the fighting incident for two weeks which put a dent in my schedules for my afternoon prep.
Assignments to get done, classes to read up ahead of, Kylian's errands, the show case which I was supp
