For having an incredible grade in every class—you're still lectured often about 'standards' and 'reputation'. It's the same song and dance as always, except this time, you had your very own parasite. Way to make a tedious thing, painful.
Your grandfather goes on and on about the history of the family—how great it is. Next to you, Bill was uncharacteristically silent. Well, either way, it's not like he's visible to other people. You just have to nod your head ever so often and, oh, yeah, there it is. Another jab at how you were making the Northwests look good. You sense movement next to you. From your peripherals—Bill floats over to the side. Guess he finally had enough.
You turned you gaze back. Wouldn't want the 'talk' to last longer for not paying attention. Something catches the corner of your eye. It's ignored. The soft taps and chittering, sounds only audible to you, slowly grow louder. You risk another glance—
Holy Sh–!
Bill had somehow managed to use what limited access he has to the physical plane to draw a rune with dirt. A fire rune. It was almost fully drawn.
Not wanting to be found out, you bowed deep and low, muttering a quick promise to do better and hurried over to stop the bastard dorito from doing skmething to get you in more trouble.
