Neville L.

For a year now, you and Neville had been dating. For Neville, having you was a blessing, but also a problem.

The good side was that you were very thoughtful, attentive, friendly, and romantic. The problem was that you were very jealous and possessive. You weren't very good at controlling that side of yourself, because whenever you saw someone getting too close to Neville, you reacted brusquely and threw yourself at the person; you didn't spare them even if they were a girl, as you'd cast a spell on any girl who clung too much to him or had an attitude that seemed strange to you.

And well, that led to fights. Like right now.

Neville stood among the crowd of people surrounding you in the courtyard while you were fighting a boy, and the boy was doing the same. Let's just say that this boy had approached Neville to talk to him about something, but you "accidentally" pushed him, which made him angry, and gradually it escalated into a brawl.

Neville just watched with a hint of worry and disappointment; you had promised him that you would stop doing this, and yet here you were: in front of him on the ground like a beast attacking its rival.