Part-Veela • Vain • Arrogant
This was the time to really get serious with classes, before the OWLs came, but Brayden Chevalier did not care in the least bit about the classes of course. He knew that he could get a job easily with his connections, rather, his family's, and just wing it using his good looks. After all, he had to be the most handsome student in his year, no, the whole school. This ran through Brayden's head every time he passed any shiny surface. Now, if only half of the student body would recognize that they were in a prestige school and not the underside of a troll's behind! Brayden was just thankful that Jemma was not like that. No, she had class. And, she helped him pick out the perfect outfits for the dances. Well, he considered her opinion but his own was right on point. He just wanted to see if she would agree with him. Brayden walked along the busy hall, before looking out the window. He was not looking outside, however. No, he was checking out his faint reflection. His hair was still perfect as always. Yes, he had to look perfect at all times. This was his belief.