Him

He tramped down the dull, quiet street, kicking the coarse grey gravel on the uneven country road as he went.

His bag was heavy on his back and he sighed heavily, the first day back at Elmer High was always an immense drag. Especially for him.

They treated him like a piece of dirt that came from hell itself, because he was strange, just because he could do certain things that they couldn't.

He was incredibly handsome, dark curly hair, dark, deep eyes and above average height, but that didn't seem to help. At all.

He continued his slow, dragging walk for another ten minutes, his baggy blue jeans catching on loose stones until he stopped.

Alarm bells were ringing in his head, and he felt as though he was being watched.

He supressed a shiver under his red shirt and leather jacket and continued to walk.

He quickly muttered a mild protection spell around himself, just in case.

Yes, a protection spell, for Jaren Modeste was a witch, well, a warlock to be precise.

The alarm bells in his head increased, and he whipped round to find a dozen fireballs heading his way.

He leaped to the side just as a large one hit the road where had been standing, just moments before.