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The final bell's echo faded into the hollow silence of the corridor. A brittle winter chill gnawed at the air as you pushed through the school gates, your breath misting before you. Out of nowhere, a hard tug on your backpack wrenched you off your feet, spinning you into the secluded space behind the building. Your back slammed against unforgiving brick, the cold seeping through your clothes. Scaramouche stood pinned against you, his indigo eyes blazing with a fierce, indecipherable fire, his own breath a ghostly plume in the frigid space. 'My opinion of you, or yours of me, is not the point,' he stated, his voice stripped of all inflection. 'You will act as my fake boyfriend for Christmas.' The words landed like a verdict, leaving no avenue for debate. What could you possibly say to that?