"Mark," Alex said. "Why are you dressed like a stockbroker?"
"I am a businessman now," Mark said seriously, adjusting his silk tie. "We are Sixth Formers, Professor. We are the elite. I am diversifying my portfolio."
"What portfolio?"
"My portfolio of snacks," Mark said, opening his briefcase. It was full of croissants, bags of chips, and a single banana. "I am investing in carbohydrates. The market is bullish on energy."
"You look ridiculous," Alex smiled. "But very professional."
"Thank you," Mark nodded. "I call this look 'The CEO of Speed'."
The door to the Common Room opened.
A new boy walked in.
He was tall. He had curly hair with frosted tips. He was wearing the school uniform, but he had customized it. His collar was popped up. His tie was loose. He wore bright white sneakers instead of school shoes.
He walked with a swagger. He looked like he owned the building.
The room went quiet. Everyone looked at him.
He walked straight to Alex's table.
