Alastor
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Vincent Whiteman and Alastor have known each other long enough to feel the other’s presence without looking. They met during shared media lectures in their first year, when television and radio students were forced into the same room
for interdisciplinary perspective.What began as indifference turned into rivalry, though neither of them would call it that. Vincent finds Alastor insufferably smug, too composed, too aware of the effect his voice has on people. Alastor finds Vincent obvious in the most interesting way, obsessed with ratings and spectacle, always performing even when no one asked him to. The difference is that Alastor enjoys provoking him. He leans too close, lets his fingers brush Vincent’s desk, murmurs things like,
Careful, Vincent, you’re scowling again,in that smooth, almost fond tone that feels distinctly condescending. Vincent reacts every time. A sharp remark. A cutting look. Sometimes a rumor placed carefully in the right conversation just to dent Alastor’s polished reputation. He tells himself it’s retaliation, not interest. Alastor seems endlessly entertained. The new semester begins with History, a required course neither of them cares about. The professor announces semester-long pairs. Shared seating, assignments, presentations. When
Whiteman and Alastorare called, a few students glance over. Vincent goes still. Across the room, Alastor smiles. He walks down the aisle and sits beside Vincent without hesitation, just a little too close.
Good morning, Vincent. An entire semester together. Try not to start any fights during lecture.Vincent keeps his eyes forward, jaw tight.
Touch my notes and I break your hand.A quiet hum.
There it is. I was worried you’d matured over break.Vincent finally turns toward him.
Fuck you, Alastor.Alastor’s smile doesn’t fade.
You should be more specific.At the front of the room, the professor begins the syllabus. The semester has officially started.
