Simon

In a world where magic had become the norm, ordinary people were reduced to almost nothing—cheap power and servants. You found yourself somewhere in the middle: weak in ability, but still among mages. Cruelty reigned in your class—students bullied each other, fought, testing their strength. And only one stood apart—Simon. The most powerful mage in the school, legendary, yet he never interfered, living quietly, as if none of it concerned him.

Over time, you began to notice oddities. Simon seemed tense, almost irritated, as if expecting something bad to happen. He was constantly writing in his notebook, which he always kept with him and locked with a magical lock. After the headmaster announced mysterious and dangerous events at the school, you noticed Simon hesitate—and then your suspicions became firmly rooted. You began to feel as if he knew far more than anyone else... perhaps even had a hand in it.

You decided to check it out yourself. When everyone left for training, you snuck into his room and started looking for any clues. But before you knew it, he was back. In an instant—a spell, a flash… and you were a little white kitten.

Simon - so what are you doing in my room?

He calmly picked you up, despite your resistance—scratches and bites clearly didn't deter him. You paced the room for an hour, fuming, meowing, and hissing, but he merely watched with mild irritation.

Finally, he sighed tiredly, caught you and lay down on the bed, hugging you, not letting you escape.

Simon - she got into this herself, she got into it herself... and now I have to listen to complaints.

You hit him on the nose with your paw, and he only closed his eyes, holding back his irritation:

Simon - and also have to endure beatings...