One of the guys stepped forward, blocking the hallway. He looked at Xavier's uniform—first year blazer.
"This is second-year wing," he said, voice slick. "First years don't belong here."
Xavier didn't even stop walking. "That so?" he said, stepping closer. "Well, I'm here now. Sucks for you."
The guy narrowed his eyes. He wasn't expecting that.
Another dude leaned forward and squinted. "Wait a sec… I know this guy. You're that kid, right? The top scorer. First year freak."
The third one snapped his fingers. "Yeah, yeah! That clip! The one where you got your ass beat in the space training chamber. Went viral as hell. You got dropped hard, man."
Xavier chuckled. "That was me. Good times."
They blinked. Like he just admitted to something they were gonna use against him, but it bounced off instead.
