"You did what?! How?" Caspian said out loud making Dexter chuckle a little.

"Almost burn someone alive," Layla said calmly, crossing her left leg over her right.

"Who was it?" her brother asked, his eyes were wide.

"Cecil," she answered with a sigh.

"Who?" Caspian asked in confusion.

She had a strong urge to smack him at the back of his head, but she didn't. Surely he couldn't be this dense. Cecil was one of the most annoyingest and snobbiest boys in the entire school. Everyone knew who he was against their wills.

Dexter sighed. "You've never been good at remember people, Cas." He pulled his phone out, seeming to scroll for ages before he found something. He turned the screen to face Caspian, showing a photo of Cecil. "This kid."

"Oh, that little twerp. I wouldn't worry about him at all if I were you, sis," Caspian said, leaning back on the sofa.

"That's because he has to listen to you seniors. He is a nightmare around the rest of us! He acts so high and mighty." She sighed and rested her elbow on the armrest of the sofa, dropping her head on her open palm.

Dexter smiles a little. "That's because he knows to us, he is a nobody. He's only like this because of daddy's money. Once it's all gone, he'll know reality and change quick smart."

"The kid can't even light a fire on a good day. He's that bad," Caspian added.

"My mother hates Cecil and his father. She can't wait to get rid of them, but she can't just yet. The father can be a prick and he doesn't fund anywhere near enough, unlike the others," Dexter said as he seemed to stare off into space.

"Your mother? Doesn't fund enough?" Layla asked in confusion, leaning her head to the side.

Dexter smirked. "You must know my mother by now Layla. She's the head of the school. She owns the joint." He sat up properly and crossed his legs. If she or her brother had done that in their own home, they would have been in big trouble. Dexter continued, "Ever wondered why we never have a proper field for magic?"

"And you can guess whose fault that is," Caspian said bitterly, scrunching his face a bit.

"But I thought there were others that funded the school? Is it still not enough?"

Dexter stood up and walked towards the small table with the jug. He pulled open a draw underneath the desk and took out a tray with three tall glasses as he then held the jug by the handle and poured a clear liquid that looked like water into the glasses. He then walked towards us and handed us each a glass. "Yes and no. I mean, it will be but Cecil's dad is proving to be hell, so my mother is trying to cut ties to clean a path for us to get more funding from another potential partnership where hopefully there is more funding."

Layla leaning her head to the side for a moment then sat up straight again, taking a sip of the liquid. "And how does one do that?"

Dexter laid the tray on the large table in between the sofas, holding his class in his hand. "Well, it's simple really. All my mum has to do is prove that the benefactor's representative is incompetent. That person would be Cecil."

She blinked. It took her way too long to process what he had just said. She had momentarily forgotten that seniors used big words occasionally. "So, you're saying we just need to publicly humiliate him?"

"Not just publicly," Dexter answered. "Officially. It has to be during something that's being supported by his family, and you know I think I have just the thing." He set the cup in his hand down on the bench and combed his fingers through his hair. "Cecil has his birthday party coming soon. It's this big official thing held by his father and almost everyone is invited. I know your brother is."

"For some goddamn reason," Caspian said, crossing his arms.

"Oh. I didn't know anything about that," Layla said. She wasn't hurt he didn't invite her. In fact, she was really happy to not be there, so she won't slap his face to the ground.

"You should come with us, Layla. It will be a good way for Cecil to humiliate himself," Dexter said after a small pause.