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High heels clicking on paved stones interrupted Leona’s waking dreams. He felt his hackles rise despite himself. Not this please, he thought, all he wanted was a quick post nap rest, could he not have the simple pleasures in this forefathers-forsaken school? He counted the quiet clicks and rose to snatch at the hand he knew would be reaching out to stroke his mane. As he suspected when he opened his eyes, there stood Rook, the absolute bane of his existence. More so than any other creature on this planet, Rook was the closest thing to hell on earth one could experience, at least according to Leona. Rook was on par with interrupted naps, vegetables, and Professor Trein. Actually there were a lot of things that Leona could think of that are just as annoying as this freak, and with each angry thought, his scowl deepened.
Leona watched as the opposite happened to Rook. With each passing second, his smile seemed to grow wider until he was nearly beaming with some kind of weird perverted happiness that Leona couldn’t begin to understand. He was always like this, some strange freak who would follow him around, and with his freakishly good eyesight, Rook could stalk him halfway across campus. The moment Rook had arrived spelled the unfortunate end of all peace. Despite the growling and snapping, Rook always smiled and complimented him, constantly reminding him that he was a particular object of beauty and that his rage only served to heighten the charm.
“What in all the forefathers’ names do you want this time Rook?”
“Ah monsieur roi du leons, I simply came by to witness the splendor of the morning sun that illuminates your mane, oh what beauty mon dieu!” He said with a flourish, despite his hand still being firmly held at the wrist by Leona
At that moment, Ruggie crashed into the room,
“Leona that crazy hunter is coming after you again, he locked me in the broom closet this ti-,” Ruggie jumped upon noticing Rook, his fur standing on end and ears flattened back, “Forefathers above!” he cursed.
Rook gave them both a cheeky smile before Professor Crewel walked in, already admonishing students left and right about their fashion and badly made potions. Leona turned his attention back at Rook, but the slippery bastard had already used the distraction to his advantage and was safely waltzing away, probably to his actual class. Leona growled and pressed fingers into his temples to stem the enormous headache that was bound to come from dealing with Rook and Professor Crewel one after the other without even a few seconds of shut eye between. He wasn’t one to show claws but he was beginning to grow short on patience.
“Mr.Kingscholar are you quite done moping like a wounded pup? I expect your attention up here, lest I hunt you down after class for a makeup session you whelp.” Said Professor Crewel, snapping his leather crop against the board.
Hunting.
“Yes, Professor, of course.”
That was it. Leona smiled for once, a gleeful and wicked smile that flashed his sharpened canines. He would hunt down that Rook and flip the table, forcing him to run instead. Then he would finally be able to have a peaceful afternoon, knowing he wouldn’t have to deal with that freak. His heart fluttered at the mere thought of an uninterrupted afternoon nap. He would put Rook in his place, of that he was certain. That would teach him to fear the king.